To watch her make eye contact was to watch her take her last breathe..
A story written into her face..
Her eyes a dale shade of marble grey..
Her lips a shade of pale rose..
To see such beauty fade was a sin in the eyes of the embrace from the lover she hide..
Her breathe short manic..
Losing her grip on the living..
Fade to the darkness behind her eyes..
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you're good at these verses
such vagueness but with great detail (if that makes sense)
*chills*
ps. i friended you!
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and thank you...
P.s I accepted your friendship... LOL!!! <3
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