Dark eyes
She’s dark eyes, warm skin, hair that shines red in the sun. She’s laughter, shy giggles, a smile that turns all the surrounding grey to so much color. She’s so many little things, and beautiful things, but it’s those dark eyes, those impossibly dark eyes, they’re what draw you to her. They pull you in, hold you close. You like the close.
She looks at you with those night-sky eyes and you wonder what goes on behind all that darkness. She’ll tell you it’s all nothing, or it’s all nonsense, but it’s not, you know it’s not. It’s music, and art, and a thousand thoughts not put to words. A thousand thoughts you want to know. You wonder what those dark eyes see when they see into you, when they look into you and all your blue.
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