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Are you leaving to fulfil these dreams?
Your eyes have lost the blue like the sea, Draining its chemicals to process its thoughts on how to move on,
Although the blue eyes I relied on too much have somehow disappeared,
I still have these clear grey stars shining,
The constellation of blue and grey is my favourite thing to be fallen in,
The galaxies meet knowing it may never be again,
The crossover between love and heartbreak,
And I am awake but never fully,
Because I can't seem to process this removal,
Because I love you more than any grey star,
I love you more than any root rebounded from afar,
I love you just like a picture frame full of distinctive memories from you to I,
I just love you.
I don't care what happens.
My feelings for the blue eyed angel will never come to an end,
I am searching for the lost blue eyes again.
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Blue eyes, Part Two.
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The Essence of Poetry.
PoezieA selection of poetry I have wrote over the years. Finally feel ready to present it and what better place than on here for you all. The privilege of being the first to see it's true essence. TAE.
