I finally saw you sleep. Like a little baby. No, like a cupid without his wings. I love your curly hair. Your almond eyes. Your eyebrows. And those pink lips.
You asked when we woke up how was my last relationship, whether we were happy. (You saw his picture and wanted to spill beer on it).
Ask not the details of my past. I tried so hard to forget. Now that you're here, none of those matters.
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2 comments:
uy, in love? ;) hehe
finally, may bago?
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