He gets this look on his face sometimes
He will look at me
And take in every piece of gratitude his eyes can carry
And a ghost of a smile appears on his lips
Just before they touch mine
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Nightmares of burying Victoria
PoetrySequel to: Dreams of being Victoria. Burning passion and loveless heartbeats are the only proof of magic that I need.
Drunk in love
He gets this look on his face sometimes
He will look at me
And take in every piece of gratitude his eyes can carry
And a ghost of a smile appears on his lips
Just before they touch mine