Thick dark frames,
Layed on his face.
Oh, what fame,
From that blue lace.Was it his ash brown hair?
Or his deep dark eyes?
That she couldn't bear,
With her childish lies.Was it his hesitant sips?
Or his rose pink lips?
That made her fall,
While he stood tall.Maybe his charms and style?
Or the feelings she piled?
That put her in a trance,
From one faulty glance.Her knees felt weak,
Her eyes sank deep,
Her mind felt bleak,
She didn't Dare speak.Speak, she could not.
Eat, she could not.
Love, she could not.
Live, she could not.@alleyiscat on Instagram