Her eyes were wide, wild, and full of terror,
she was young and brokenhearted
And abused by love
But she was lovely with her dark brown hair and wide emerald eyes
She was a dream
A dream that I had doused in real love, the kind that only happens in fairytales
She pretended to love me too
And that was the way of us.
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Author's Note: I used to want the love that was only found in fairy tales but then I felt your love and I knew there could be anything sweeter #rociiwrites
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