PRETTY EYES
I have this pretty thing in my eyes.
I look at it, as if it is the love of my life.
Some call it blush, some call it smile, some don’t even bother to ask what really I have?
I don’t want to be the prince in someone's life because neither do I have a Castle nor do I believe in wonderland.
I told it to my friends but they said you don't deserve her cause you’re not that person, she deserves better than that.
I always want to end it with fearless and bold replies, my heart supports me, but my mind keeps quiet. I can't predict the end cause I believe in the reality of life.If I would have a chance I would always be at her side or else I would always want to keep her in front of my eyes.
