I thought I was okay
But, it comes in waves
Today was rough
But I refuse to let the pain in
I brush away these thoughts of you
Images of those eyes
Looking straight at me
Piercing.
Dark.
Those eyes will be the end of me.
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02092017
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Ashes, Dust and Lust - A collection of Prose
PoetryA collection of Prose inspired by love, life and everything in between.