My favourite flowers were not rose and it still isn’t. But suddenly I am starting to love them. The fragrance, the colour and everything about it. The thorns which I never even looked at started prickling me from within. I always talked about coffee brown eyes but do you know the type of eyes which do not turn brown even when the sunlight hits them; pure black.
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Those eyes are what the word obsession tries to be. I drowned in them and it did suffocate me taking me somewhere I couldn’t even imagine in my dreams. Ruthless yet divine……
