bright eyes
messy hair
falling fast.
each
longing
g
a
z
e
and stare.
you catch
my eye,
b l o w
a kiss,
take my
heart,
and here
we go.
flying,
bright eyes
into the stars
falling fast
into
nothing
but thin air.
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
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