But those eyes
Were beautiful and cold.
Like emerald,light stripes.
They didn't make me bold.
This voice was soft and quiet,
My body's trembling.
I guess I'm not alright,
My mind is crumbling.
That hair like raven's wing
Was silk and really bright.
But all what I could bring
Was sorrow,am I right?
Camellia
© Copyright: Стэйси Маккензи, 2015
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