His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling. Free falling through time. Falling. We fell.
His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried. Oh how they cried on the inside.
Doncaster born and new to the scene, poetry and creative writing is my thing! currently working on my first book, a collection of diary entries compiled to create a narrative about Love! Lets see how it goes.
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