Your eyes are like the cinema,
full of images,
full of memories,
sometimes filled with laughter,
or screams,
but my sister once called them..
magic.
Your eyes are like the cinema,
so cold,
but yours are cold as ice that it turns blue,
the comfort in them,
are like the chairs,
where I lay back on,
and watch ahead,
Your eyes are like the Cinema,
that when you look away,
it's like walking out of the room,
you can't think of anything but the images that you have just seen,
people pay just to see,
your eyes.
Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 10:45 AM UTC
Your eyes are like the cinema,
full of images,
full of memories,
sometimes filled with laughter,
or screams,
but my sister once called them..
magic.
Your eyes are like the cinema,
so cold,
but yours are cold as ice that it turns blue,
the comfort in them,
are like the chairs,
where I lay back on,
and watch ahead,
Your eyes are like the Cinema,
that when you look away,
it's like walking out of the room,
you can't think of anything but the images that you have just seen,
people pay just to see,
your eyes.
your eyes are like the cinema,
gives me chills.
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