The Betraying Eyes.

Walking down that lane An identical cup of coffee in hand, Her captivating smell brushed my senses And I just fell in love.   A crop top and a snuggish denim skirt Defining unpretentiously her grimacing smirk. Hair curly and wild, and on her feet some ragged sneakers Elucidating the most mundane, screaming through herContinue reading “The Betraying Eyes.”

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Originally posted on Aesthetic Miradh:
I see a girl standing erect, head high, hair open, long and roughly combed.  She has gripped her sides of the dress tightly, way too tightly. Her toes are clinching the floor, scratching it. Her hair hides the corner of her face. She is fair, a small mark on her…