he ran through the rain
to knock on her door
plant kisses on her head
and wonder if she knows
how beautiful she is when she cries
she and her cerulean eyes
how nice not to be so alone
in this little bungalow
indigo, violet, and i
to knock on her door
plant kisses on her head
and wonder if she knows
how beautiful she is when she cries
she and her cerulean eyes
how nice not to be so alone
in this little bungalow
indigo, violet, and i
BlueFirefly
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