Her sweet messy braids.
Killing off the fire quick.
Her silver eyes dart.
Bright green eyes, blue tears,
Falling like the last few leaves,
Onto the blanket.
The old oak tree falls,
Leaving a permanent mark
Her eyes are stormy.
A stream runs passed slow,
Surrounded by broken shards,
He kisses goodbye.
A hole in the wire,
Her cries carried by the wind,
She holds the fabric.
I am always open to request so hmu if you want something!
