I thought I was getting over you.
You and your
gorgeous eyes.
You know? The ones that make me melt.
And your stupid eyebrow that's a couple shades lighter than the other.
See, I thought I was getting over you
(like, for real)
but now that I have to see you
everyday
I think it will be more difficult.
Just don't
look me in the eyes
anymore
please.
YOU ARE READING
you killed my flower
Poetryi hate the way your eyes can manipulate me. poems about his eyes and other things.
