heres a little poem i write a good while ago!
hazel hot chocolate
cameras flash
like miniature sunrises
and when close eyes meet
with smiling suprises
when light fades
and day breaks
and we still talk and talk
and dont notice the cameras
the lights or the action
or even stifled applause
but have our own darkroom
a refuge, of sorts
where we can develop our scenes
and only take in and focus the present
the colours
and forget all that has been
and gone
and turned to dust
while letters flashed on screen
where pictures go by
of a girl with chocolate eyes
and my eyes are reflected with green
laugh at my jokes
and ill dance to your tunes
while that old crowd looks blankly by
youve gone through some shit
but your heart is as warm
as your hazel hot chocolate eyes
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