His Eyes,
Deep and beautiful like the ocean,
His warm scent
Reminded me of vanilla cashmere,
Every inch of him,
I adored
yet feared.
His eyes were also like stone,
when he looked at me,
I grew cold,
His smile hid
something,
Something vile,
Something I've been
trying to figure out
for a while,
How can ocean eyes be
so pleasant to the sight,
but so dark and cold,
almost like a stormy
night.









































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