Comments about Evonne Nees
She came home feeling luck in her bones
Seeping through the untouched heart
Listening to the pound of the beat
Making sure her ears weren't decieving
Crossing her fingers tight,
Big brown eyes glisten just to think
'He loves me'
Stumblin' as if to clumsy to see,
That maybe she has truely become blind
An instinct of affection
Could it be?
She has fallen
Fallen into the unknown
The unknown of love
Love for him