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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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