her eyes were carrying anger-driven softness
that it is enough to melt my skull
like a cheap plastic every time
i look into those eyes
she never says something rather implies
i don't get relax usually, i just think of her
i don't enjoy myself, i just spell her name
her eyes were carrying storm-driven glances
every time i think of her
i never get sleepy
as a matter of fact i just smother my mind in her
and lay my hopes on her beautiful face
in my dreams
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 8:15 PM UTC
her eyes were carrying anger-driven softness
that it is enough to melt my skull
like a cheap plastic every time
i look into those eyes
she never says something rather implies
i don't get relax usually, i just think of her
i don't enjoy myself, i just spell her name
her eyes were carrying storm-driven glances
every time i think of her
i never get sleepy
as a matter of fact i just smother my mind in her
and lay my hopes on her beautiful face
in my dreams
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