Her smile is a selcouth,
She ain't fair,
She is kalon,
She ain't arrogant,
A freezing winter night,
Where the snow had blocked the windows,
with a cigarette in betwixt her shivering fingers
Me & the hollowness in my aura, often chat about the Twinkling of your eyes with the stars;
[Let me tell you a secret, they're jealous, tbh]
My tongue spoke my mind, the cheeks & eyes ended up embarrassing me.
The most important thing about kissing you was soothing your soul through the bend of your lips.
Beneath his feet lies a rose,
Crushing it under;
I woke up in the morning,
Nobody to wish a 'good mornin' to
The sunrays that pierced the curtains,