Feb 7
Sky so blue,
we walk as one.
Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.
Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.
we walk as one.
Wind so soothing,
our fingers brush.
Eyes so deep,
I couldn't return.
Or maybe,
loved, then lost.
POV- You were unable to look away from her/him.....
(18/F/rainy forest)
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