Her

Her eyes are light blue

Her gaze is piercing

My soul

Her smile is big and infectious

Her hair is dirty blonde

Yet to me it looks like pure gold

Her laugh is like a song

My favourite

Her mind is like an endless maze

Her trap

My museum

Time slows down when I am with her

As if we’re lost in our own world

Just me and her

She loves when I caress her cheek

I do so, without a word to speak

Her eyes close and she fades away

Darkness creeps in as my world decays

Pitch black sets in, albeit brief

Her eyes close and mine open

A fantasy, nay

A dream

 

 

 

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