your voice rings loud and clear even though i haven't heard it in a long time. it's soft and delicate like a velvet ribbon yet raspy and intimidating. like waking up in the morning and hearing you mutter a good morning with that tired voice. your eyes avoid mine, dark and mysterious. they're entrancing, tempting. like seeing a treasure chest behind a locked door. open up so i can see your eyes light up when you hear a song you like. your smile shines brightly, blinding me, even with the distance between us. its so sweet and genuine i cant help but wonder if its only for me, but i cant get my hopes up yet. your hair is as curly as dark chocolate shavings decorating the beautifully tan coffee cake of your skin. if you must be so perfect, both inside and out, why can't you be mine?
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Randomthought /THôt/ noun 1. an idea or opinion produced by thinking or occurring suddenly in the mind. 2. the action or process of thinking.
