I asked my self,
Why did I ever love you?
Maybe because of your eyes
How it shines like the moon
in the midnight sky, like when
the moonlight hits the sea, how
it shines.
I found everything in your eyes but you saw nothing in mine.
But at some point maybe you did,
Maybe you saw how my eye's lit or show a glint,
Maybe it was the way you smiled at me during my time of difficulty.
Or maybe when I smiled through my pain and you could see my fragility.
How my eyes were weary when I tried to be lusty; How I tried to keep going despite of my difficulties.
Because I tried.
I tried to keep that glint here in my eyes.
I tried to hide.
I tried to examine where this came from, I tried to fool myself that this light wasn't from you.
But maybe you didn't observe that much,
Because you thought I was like all the others.
Maybe you didn't, but maybe you did.
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Lust • y
/'ləstē/
Adjective
Healthy and strong; full of vigor.
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I WON'T FORGET
Short StoryI don't want to forget anything that happened, so here I am. Writing a book. About us.
