The Gaze
Her hazel eyes were haloed in the soft green of Spanish moss, offering her heart on golden pillars while little raven’s tails traced their corners. My tongue couldn’t find the words, yet still, in that moment, I knew I’d kill for her.
Her hazel eyes were haloed in the soft green of Spanish moss, offering her heart on golden pillars while little raven’s tails traced their corners. My tongue couldn’t find the words, yet still, in that moment, I knew I’d kill for her.