Indigo eyes like you, he visits the coffee shop, a widower, photographer, lingering around to people watch. He buys me coffee sometimes, so I’ll smile. Once, he shared photographs of his darling daughter holding daisies. When his hand brushed against mine, electricity surged through me. The heat rises with a slight tingle for the first time after losing you, the earth it spins, with me.
When I lost you, I lost doors to secret worlds, everything blooming under the orange sun until it dropped, the night took you in a head on conclusion, all the lights went OUT.
Indigo eyes like you, he visits the coffee shop, a widower, photographer, lingering around to people watch. He buys me coffee sometimes, so I’ll smile. Once, he shared photographs of his darling daughter holding daisies. When his hand brushed against mine, electricity surged through me. The heat rises with a slight tingle for the first time after losing you, the earth it spins, with me. Comments are closed.
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