Hell yeah I have a weakness.
It's a mop of messy hair.
He's climbing into bed somewhere,
completely unaware.
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romantic poetry / halsey
Poetrycrazy to think since 5am all i see is green eyes and i'm lost in them
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Hell yeah I have a weakness.
It's a mop of messy hair.
He's climbing into bed somewhere,
completely unaware.
