The eyes of the girl I lost...
The eyes are doorways into a person's mind.
It is open for most to peer in,
And it allows one to peer out into a world filled with life.
We always describe eyes in the same way:
By their color and personality.
Why are they of such beauty?
I fell for her because of her eyes.
As I look into her eyes my life levels out,
Like a ship coming out of a storm,
Like a plane coming out of a turn,
I calm down to a gentler form.
I am a crazy person without her eyes,
But when she looks back into mine my heart warms,
Warming my body like an electric blanket,
Plugged in and turned on.
Like nothing I do even matters anymore,
For she is there for me and I for her.
Even then she is ignorant to my love.
Like a dog trainer, I'm her dog and she's my master.
I feel lost, and when she leaves, I truly am.
When she walks away I get angry,
I become crazy again,
The storm strikes back with a vengeance.
She doesn't understand!
Nobody understands!
This is real life and you all don't see it.
Ignorance is bliss.
Ha! More like ignorance hisses like a king cobra.
The bite is worse though.
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