his eyes;
blue like the roaring ocean,
mesmerising like the disappearing sun at 6:36pm,
and yet his eyes,
his spectacular, wondrous eyes,
they never illuminated for me,
like they did for her.
o.r
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P O E T R Y // o.r
Poesíaa compilation of vivid thoughts. [lower case intended] WARNING: some of these poems may be triggering. please do not read this book if you are easily influenced. ~ sending love and tranquil vibes ~
