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Aug 2018
Walking in with your blue patterned shirt
My heart begins to flood with hurt
As I think of the first time

You guide me through the sand and reach for my hand
We sink into the ocean view, but all I see is you

And those hazel eyes
That wrapped me up in its see of green
And brightened my soul with their specs of gold
I love you spilling from my lips while you reach for my hips

Each day exactly the same
Oblivious to any time frame
I eat your sweet nothings like my life depends on it
Never realizing nothing is what would come of it
And I wonder how I missed those lying eyes
Hidden

In those hazel eyes
That wrapped me up in its see of green
And brightened my soul with their specs of gold
I love you spilling from my lips while you reach for my hips

How did I fall into this hole
And believe the con within my soul
That these eyes would be the ones I awoke to forever
When what I wake to is the memory of

Hazel lies.
memoirs
Elisa Holly
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Elisa Holly  DALLAS
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