Nov 2010
She's looking at me.
Who, you ask?
Why, me, of course.
She sees my eyes.
She sees my inner fears.
My beliefs.
My thoughts.
Everything I am made of.
Is her.
And is me.
Who, you ask?
Why, me, of course.
She sees my eyes.
She sees my inner fears.
My beliefs.
My thoughts.
Everything I am made of.
Is her.
And is me.
01.14.2010
