P. T. M.
Deep
Dark
With dilated pupils
That lock on mine
Every damn time
I get lost
In those dark,
abyssal eyes
That go on forever
Like a ticking clock
Those eyes
That lock on mine
Every damn time
That are dark and abyssal
Are like an arrow to the heart
They kill me
And captivate me
and freeze time
But they're something I keep coming back to
Because one more look
is never enough
With those
Dark, abyssal eyes
That lock on mine
Every damn time
And make me lost
Tripping on reality and time.
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Rachel Chasteen
A small town Ohio girl who was thrown in South-western Florida after her sophomore year of high school.
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