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Those eyes. The night we met Sent me in a trance. Lingering over a jukebox Silver in my hands Sharing fresh fries in the diner. It started with a glance The rest of the night fell into place Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later. As the hourglass emptied Dread krept over Time escaped us. Those eyes. Leaving me torn in different directions. Shove me against a wall But play with my hair and call me pretty. I lie in bed now Wrapped in cotton Picture you here Imagining your skin bare Running my fingertips down your spine Leaving you with more than just my finger prints. The idea of calling you mine Brings life into the hairs on my neck. Piercingly blue. Those eyes.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
"Those eyes"
Those eyes. The night we met Sent me in a trance. Lingering over a jukebox Silver in my hands Sharing fresh fries in the diner. It started with a glance The rest of the night fell into place Outlined details I would’ve dreamt of later. As the hourglass emptied Dread krept over Time escaped us. Those eyes. Leaving me torn in different directions. Shove me against a wall But play with my hair and call me pretty. I lie in bed now Wrapped in cotton Picture you here Imagining your skin bare Running my fingertips down your spine Leaving you with more than just my finger prints. The idea of calling you mine Brings life into the hairs on my neck. Piercingly blue. Those eyes.
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kennedy-roth
20/F/Charlotte
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 12:37 PM UTC
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