Your black eyes. Deep and Dark.
Your brillant mind. Expansive and Bright.
Your past. Blocked out, Seeping in.
Your heart. Struggling but still Feeling.
Your black hair. Ungelled, Soft, and touchable.
Your love. Does is exist?
My blue eyes. leaking-a lot.
My mind, doesn't know what to think.
My past, you don't care.
My hands, want to hold you.
My heart, you unkowingly stole it.
My blondish hair, wants your hands in it.
My love. I fear it.