his eyes are small, deep, disquieting - as if it would make everyone wonder if you're stuck in some sort of distorted labyrinth; but his smile says otherwise
his smile struck me - almost an afterthought that he is just plainly gorgeous
the deadly siren started to fade as i hear his monotonous laugh - as if it has become a default lullaby of mine
as if on cue,
in deep stare, i conclude;
the aftermath of my own tragedy has finally come