My dear old flame
I'd sigh with your name,
follow you
then lost in your eyes.
No they aren't as clean
nor as deep or as blue,
they aren't the sky
or the ocean
or pools.
oh no, not pristine, luster of glass.
The closer I'd peer
into them
by the end
You'd appear to me, but an ***
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
My dear old flame
I'd sigh with your name,
follow you
then lost in your eyes.
No they aren't as clean
nor as deep or as blue,
they aren't the sky
or the ocean
or pools.
oh no, not pristine, luster of glass.
The closer I'd peer
into them
by the end
You'd appear to me, but an ***
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