Her eyes are blue or maybe green
The prettiest colour to ever be seen
As bright as the sun and soft as wool
Her hair is long and coffee brown
Flowing, bouncing up and down
Drifting free as Medusa's snakes
Her voice it twinkles melodic and sweet
Notes falling perfectly to the beat
When she sings I could listen forever
Her mind is calm and always clear
If I could, I’d hold her dear
And never let go
But I cant.
I think I love her
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:28 AM UTC
Her eyes are blue or maybe green
The prettiest colour to ever be seen
As bright as the sun and soft as wool
Her hair is long and coffee brown
Flowing, bouncing up and down
Drifting free as Medusa's snakes
Her voice it twinkles melodic and sweet
Notes falling perfectly to the beat
When she sings I could listen forever
Her mind is calm and always clear
If I could, I’d hold her dear
And never let go
But I cant.
I think I love her
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