by Bianca Sanabria
When you speak ,
it's like a spell.
that I just can't help but fall under,
you don't judge by what's on the outside,
but by what's in our souls,
I can tell you anything,
my mistakes,
and you won't think any less of me,
there's still love in your eyes....
Submission date : 2009-09-14
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