One hundred years
I lay here on my bed looking at your face. I know it so well, your roman nose, your fleshy mouth, your dark hair... and though I don't know your name there are so many things about you that I can tell by the way you sit there looking straight at me with those gypsy eyes full of fire and dare, those eyes that don't play fair for they hide behind the shadows of their lashes as if they knew they were the windows to your soul. I see it all in that face I know so well, that face that in my dreams I... Sign in to see full entry.