In reverie.
He held her hand and looked into her eyes,
those expressive, black jewels that shines so bright.
the night deepened and the wind blew harder.
What could go wrong. You were so perfect.
you leaned forward so you could see her lips.
brushed it with yours and told three words,
You meant it, she feels it. Happiness...
Labels: Scarred thoughts
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