Blackberry Fingers
Her tragic smile,
makes way for luminous eyes.
Eyes with a story to tell,
eyes that hold a whole novel,
a whole series
of words.
The feeling of her presence
resembles the knot in my throat,
the ball of worry in my stomach,
and blackberry stained fingerprints on white tablecloth
makes way for luminous eyes.
Eyes with a story to tell,
eyes that hold a whole novel,
a whole series
of words.
The feeling of her presence
resembles the knot in my throat,
the ball of worry in my stomach,
and blackberry stained fingerprints on white tablecloth
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