Brown and Green
He stares at me
As if I could walk away and leave any second
Take my hands and learn me
Read my palms
Open my heart
I give myself to you
Opening me
Know my insides
And my outside
Studying me
Brown and green
A colored pair
Golden specks
I stare back
Harder
Brown curls and blonde locks
When I’m with you
I don't need air
Friday 31st January 2025 2:54 am
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