wishful thinking

i've gotten pretty close to that right eye. the one i said had hints of green flecked inbetween the brown. the one that looked less brown and more like a really neat rock my sister would bring home from the creek. eyes like rocks sound cooler in writing than in person. i'd hate for your "coal" eyes to disappear after winter was over. melting in general i liked to be reserved for snow cones and not boys i'm interested in.

i'm pretty sure if you stare at one picture enough it becomes alive, but it still can't hold you no matter how hard you ask. 
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