He sat opposite her, smiled hoping he could get one in return.
Instead she looked down.
He moved closer, asked her her name.
He has never heard such name before, it intrigued him.
He sat waiting for her to look up.
When her eyes finally met his
He saw it,
The ocean of blue within her.
Lifting her chin slightly his thumb tracing her lips lightly.
His eyes taking in, memorizing, every feature of her beauty.
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
