With blond hair and blue eyes,
you'd expect nothing short of perfection.
You'd be wrong.
Because she writes of the tears she's shed,
but you'll never see her cry.
I can see it.
There's something in her eyes
that says she never says all that's
racing through her mind.
There's a wall she likes to keep up,
but those damn eyes give her away
and I can see my reflection
every time she looks at me. |
Submission Name: Floating Polkadots
