I spend most of my time memorizing the features of your face.
I love the way your hair falls slightly into your eyes.
I love when you smile with your slightly crooked front teeth.
My heart beats a little faster when your brown eyes meet my green eyes.
I often wonder what goes on in your mind.
But I am not yours.
And I can never be.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 10:21 PM UTC
I spend most of my time memorizing the features of your face.
I love the way your hair falls slightly into your eyes.
I love when you smile with your slightly crooked front teeth.
My heart beats a little faster when your brown eyes meet my green eyes.
I often wonder what goes on in your mind.
But I am not yours.
And I can never be.
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