*his blue eyes sparkled,
like the blue ice of the Alaskan northwest.
he seemed to not have scars,
none were on his arms,
yet i knew he had.
although his appearance,
no one could be that perfect.
eventually i found them,
for they were not visible.
but they were there all along;
they were on his heart.*
-l.c.g.
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:09 PM UTC
*his blue eyes sparkled,
like the blue ice of the Alaskan northwest.
he seemed to not have scars,
none were on his arms,
yet i knew he had.
although his appearance,
no one could be that perfect.
eventually i found them,
for they were not visible.
but they were there all along;
they were on his heart.*
-l.c.g.
For a good friend of mine.
