Prose - Hazel Eyes

You're known. By those seeking eyes of jubilant street. When wind pulls me down, you fade in the sky to stride it all out of the fall. Clicking the clock, watching the seconds tear the door hours, I start to ask myself. You were there when I need one the most. Behind those hazel eyes, that even ail couldn't reach me, touches myself to be with you, the one and only. :)

Published with Blogger-droid v1.7.4