Saturday, February 4, 2017

A Little Clouded

I hate to love and love to hate
Those bright eyes that lead to a dark heart
That beautiful smile as crooked as your intentions
The ice almost warm enough to be mistaken as a heart
The tornado you cause in my stomach
That feeling when I can't get enough
Of those bright eyes
Of that beautiful smile
Of that warm heart
Of those butterflies
Of my clouded picture of you

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