His hair is as black as midnight.
His eyes are like stars with a shine of moon.
His ears are covered by his pitch black hair.
His mouth was with a tiny smirk.
His nose is covered by the flash of a paparatzi's camera.
His forehead was covered by his flipped hair.
His cheek are tinted with a bit of blush.
His teeth are hidden by his beautiful lips.
His lips are pierced with a shiny metal snakebites.
His skin is as pale as paper.
"His voice is amazing like the songs he sings"
Monday, April 13, 2009
metaphor face-Oliver Sykes
Posted by Angie Karamanyan at 9:08 AM
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Darling - Only NOW did I receive your response on my review of the film 'Interiors'. It was beautiful, and I'm so glad you found me on here, too! I've been taking time out to see A LOT of movies these days, and revisit some old favourites, so I've been doing a great deal of writing, as apparent in my most recent posts. :P ... anywho, I love you too, and adore your writing as well. It's nice to see such good skills run in the family.
I love you ever so much.
xoxoxo
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