he looked into her eyes expecting to see her love beaming out, but he was wrong. her eyes were the blackest night, they were soulless and uncarring. looking into them seemed to drain the light right out of his like. then he died. THE END!
love they are as black as frying pans! lol
The sweetest black chocolate
I can write but I'm too lazy to right now,
I'm torn between the urge to show off my skills and my actual brain capacity to write right now
They strike fear and awe. I want to look away, but I cannot. They are dark portals, an endless abyss that draws me in, and pushes me away at the same time.
Mysterious as a cave and as alluring, drawing you in to their depths.
On a girl, that is very nice and it always draws me in. lol
Ha, not falling for that one. Write your own love letters! :P
those equisite dark eyes reflected the deep passion hidden behind them.