• thebrook 10w

    Hazel eyes

    I loathe the way she shines. There is more to her illuminance. One tends to get drowned and discovered at the same time. Her luxury is lethal. She is sublime and something in her eyes tells me she's a criminal. She makes me hold her dress, zip her chest, and wonder about the mess. She swings at the bar, hazel eyes alert. Swarming potential preys keeps me on guard. I've never been so helpless, not a face sabotaged me this bad. Yet she's careless with me and my existence. What have I become? The ocean seemed beautiful, now it's exhausting and bizzare