It was when she looked into his eyes
he then realized that her mind was a mess
kissing her brow she smiled
he reassured her that her mind was beautiful.
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why I should have listened
PoezjaThis is a direct journey into my mind through poems, most inspired by pain others created through pure thought and draft. I hope to push forth and express the emotions brought into each poem.. or to leave a sense of ecstacy. Enjoy!
~ assurance
It was when she looked into his eyes
he then realized that her mind was a mess
kissing her brow she smiled
he reassured her that her mind was beautiful.
