Lost
What if the stars live in your eyes?
I look into them,
You blush and stare back at me.
Your hands start to fidget,
You accuse me for making you uncomfortable.
I can’t hear your words,
I’m floating, lost in this feeling.
What if the stars live in your eyes?
I look into them,
You blush and stare back at me.
Your hands start to fidget,
You accuse me for making you uncomfortable.
I can’t hear your words,
I’m floating, lost in this feeling.
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