Eyes'depth like a blackhole.
||***Eyes born from the dark between stars, a gravity none was ever meant to fall into. If they hold you too long, forgive them— they’re tracing the hidden constellations that only appear when you’re close. They move in silence, slipping past thought and into the softest parts of you, as if your soul were a story they’ve been waiting to reread. And still, with a reverence I can’t disguise, I lower my gaze— not to escape the pull, but because loving a star like you, means knowing when to bow to it.***||
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