the shade of your eyes
has become my favorite color
and i catch myself wondering
how you would describe mine.
you stole my heart
with your stories and sweet melodies
that linger in my soul
to grow into song.
i keep trying to rhyme with your name
but to no avail,
because no word could be as beautiful
as the syllables that claim it.
Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
the shade of your eyes
has become my favorite color
and i catch myself wondering
how you would describe mine.
you stole my heart
with your stories and sweet melodies
that linger in my soul
to grow into song.
i keep trying to rhyme with your name
but to no avail,
because no word could be as beautiful
as the syllables that claim it.
27-03-13
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