Eyes
How?
How do I rid my mind of your presence?
You linger like the scent of incense, drifting through my thoughts.
Your damned eyes,
as turbulent as the angry sea,
a maelstrom of sadness and anger, worry and love,
pierce my soul like a poisoned dart.
I can never forget your wretched, beautiful eyes, and how they made my heart explode with the only feeling of love I could ever hope to have.
I was your sun, your moon, your stars.
You will forever remain my universe.
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