She doesn't sweep me off my feet
But her eyes do.
She doesn't make me smile
But her eyes do.
She doesn't make me cry
But her eyes do.
She doesn't stab me
But her eyes do.
She doesn't make me fall in love
But her eyes do.
YOU ARE READING
VIOLENT sweet RaiN
Poetry~violent, brutal, truthful, soft, honest, sad- this girl writes poetry like a violent gust of sweet spring rain. ~ Unrequited love, anger and sugar.
