The stars which laid upon the sky like an bright blanket of silver seemed to fail short in comparison to that glint in her eyes, the glint that blinds me every time we make contact. Her eyes are the only place I ever really enjoyed being lost in..
January 22, 2005
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Her Eyes.
Posted by David Scheidt at 4:32 PM
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