Fri, 07/18/2014 - 19:52 -- shayli
Those eyes haunt me everyday.

When I close mine.

I see them.

I miss them.

I love them.

But I know the heart that belongs to those eyes only feels hate when they look at me.

One day.

I promise.

They'll love me agian.

The heart of this human will love me again.

Just as mine.

The heart that has never stopped loving.


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