he had brown eyes
i walked your way
ready to ask the question
but when i was a foot from you
with my mouth agape
the sight of your dark brown eyes
boring into mine
stole the words from out my throat
and froze my body to the
core
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lost souls: rain, stars, and iced coffee
PoetryDoes anyone remember how anything begins? Or how anything ends? For every story, every song, every movie has a beginning to an end and an end to a beginning, but what about the rest? What about prior to the beginning or after the end, and everything...
