Her eyes are beautiful, but they have been open all night. Her lips are kissable but they have been kissed by the wrong. So let's take a walk down memory lane. When she would go to sleep early and her lips weren't smudged with last nights lip stick, yet she still has a smile on those smudged lips, and her eyes close from time to time. But when they do she always remembers that little girl that didn't know the world.
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PoetryPoems that I wrote. Sorry IK there not very good :://TRIGGER WARNING::// Please don't read if u trigger easily. I love all of you and don't want any of you to hurt yourself~Mandy [FINISHED]
