it was your tired eyes,
that encased where the mystery lies,
it was the same eyes,
that've made my steady self capsized
it was eyes that i couldn't help but fall for
making me long for your presence ever more so.
Jul 20, 2018
Jul 20, 2018 at 9:38 AM UTC
it was your tired eyes,
that encased where the mystery lies,
it was the same eyes,
that've made my steady self capsized
it was eyes that i couldn't help but fall for
making me long for your presence ever more so.
for a very special person
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