I eye the scene,
There you are, like a thorn in my finger,
A darkened spot in the sheen.
My gaze lingers,
I avert it in a blitz,
It moves, but my heart still tingles.
But it never lasts, you see,
While I think you're beautiful,
You'll come soon to be, but a distant memory.
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This is not a love poem. That's it XD
Thanks for reading and please vote!
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