One, two and threeMany teardrops fell on kneeHer face she hid with hands‘Nd smile of innocent orbs flee. Hey just look at meYour fault was none, trust meStop your eyes crying too hardUse your hands strong your part. If they ask to hide your truthScream it loud in busy seaSomeone would be there to listenContinue reading “Innocent eyes”
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