There’s a misplaced beauty in the welling of her eyes.
She stares wistfully into me from across the room
and I catch glimpses of every mistake
I’ve made in their salty sheen.
Lovesick
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Polaroids+Poems
Polaroids+Poems
There’s a misplaced beauty in the welling of her eyes.
She stares wistfully into me from across the room
and I catch glimpses of every mistake
I’ve made in their salty sheen.
ShootYourDarlings 