A Blossom Forsaken
She would go on counting her flaws,
while I was captivated by nothing but those dark eyes—
eyes that, with the faintest touch of sunlight,
shed their shadows and bloomed into amber.
I drift into thoughts of you, morning and night,
as if enchanted—these smiles, they are yours alone.
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
you’d lose your heart in a single breath.
...Monday 11th November 2024 6:31 pm
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