If I fell under a car;
Would you bat those dear eyes?
Or would those dear eyes be too busy looking in the rear view mirror.
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Dainty & Dangerous
Poesía~ Don't cry. Please don't cry. Because every tear that falls, Is another grain of salt in this stinging wound ~ Collection of (mostly) short poetry and thoughts Enjoy :)
~Entry 1~
If I fell under a car;
Would you bat those dear eyes?
Or would those dear eyes be too busy looking in the rear view mirror.
