I never understood
How eyes could
"Twinkle"
Until I saw his
Beautiful blue
Eyes
Staring back
into mine.
Perfection.
YOU ARE READING
words like rivers
PoetryThe crappy poems I form in my head at random times. This probably won't even get published. I realized that it's not healthy for me to keep all these in my head all the time, so I put them in a book on here.
Perfection
I never understood
How eyes could
"Twinkle"
Until I saw his
Beautiful blue
Eyes
Staring back
into mine.
Perfection.