

Emerald eyesShe would sneak into my room, Silently she sat beside me. Resting her head on my shoulder, she would stay quiet Just watching me sketch.Emerald eyes
When we first met, so long ago I was so different, cold hearted with so many empty lies She stood there, ebony hair, emerald eyes, and that smile that could thaw ice bergs.
Our time together, was nothing short of a masterpiece, with quick furious brush strokes, she colored my soul beautiful to match her own intensity.
But we both held our secrets. Unearthing themselves from layers of inn
Duke
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