poem # 3: Brown eyes
Your brown eyes looking into me, melts my heart, makes me smile and to be the on you see.
Our heartbeats match and begin to race. I can tell by the expression on your face that we are happy together to be in the same place. We exchange smiles and I begin to giggle.
By: Kim
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Girls' English :
" Are you listening to me?" = Too late, you're dead!
Donations are gladly welcomed
" Are you listening to me?" = Too late, you're dead!
Donations are gladly welcomed