There once was a time
when I'd defend
those eyes.
Every eye is a chasm of beauty, the entirety of the soul.
That was a year ago.
My perspective has changed,
like the sound of your name.
I'm no longer familiar
with those eyes.
I'm scared.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 5:13 PM UTC
There once was a time
when I'd defend
those eyes.
Every eye is a chasm of beauty, the entirety of the soul.
That was a year ago.
My perspective has changed,
like the sound of your name.
I'm no longer familiar
with those eyes.
I'm scared.
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