eyes

my romanticizing eyes

leave me tired

with each sweet smile

my heart gets stolen

is it that i’m so desperate

for the love i was robbed of

or is it that i can feel

even the simplest of things

like the giving of a dying petal

in my very soul

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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