Blush

Your lips are of that color. Your eyes a shade of brown, I think brunette and under the sun it’s pecan, the color ,I mean.


You steal my mind while another steals yours. Excruciating it is. Worse, I am powerless. You push me away every time. Loving you is harder than loving a rock.

Sometimes I wish you were one.
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