Hazel Eyes
with liquid gold,
once flickered glances,
now reckless ghosts,
etched in brail on my skin and bones.
Grey Eyes
freckled with icy blue,
gazes at me tender,
stares at me hungry,
trying to absorb the sight of me.
Afraid he might lose the likes of me.
Nov 26, 2013
Nov 26, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
Hazel Eyes
with liquid gold,
once flickered glances,
now reckless ghosts,
etched in brail on my skin and bones.
Grey Eyes
freckled with icy blue,
gazes at me tender,
stares at me hungry,
trying to absorb the sight of me.
Afraid he might lose the likes of me.
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