tell me that my hair is darker than the night
and that you'd rake your fingers through it's black ink
tell me that you wouldn't change it for the world
that it contrasts my skin and it takes the color out of
dominoes
tell me that my brown eyes are fine and
they will never, not ever lose sight of you. tell me
that though they tremble and waver now that
i will catch glimpses of beautiful things, if not now
soon
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:00 AM UTC
tell me that my hair is darker than the night
and that you'd rake your fingers through it's black ink
tell me that you wouldn't change it for the world
that it contrasts my skin and it takes the color out of
dominoes
tell me that my brown eyes are fine and
they will never, not ever lose sight of you. tell me
that though they tremble and waver now that
i will catch glimpses of beautiful things, if not now
soon
tell me that i fit you
