His smile and smirk bring light to my eyes. The way his head falls back when he laughs.
His grin so manipulative he took the beam of light out of my eyes because he hurt me so bad
His dimples and lips were no longer a delight
And his jokes were no longer a amusement.
-Gillian Askeland
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
His smile and smirk bring light to my eyes. The way his head falls back when he laughs.
His grin so manipulative he took the beam of light out of my eyes because he hurt me so bad
His dimples and lips were no longer a delight
And his jokes were no longer a amusement.
-Gillian Askeland
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