I saw you today.
You looked just as good as the day I met you.
Your hair was slicked back, just like I remembered.
You were wearing your favorite shirt.
Your shoes, Your lips, Your hands,
all the same.
But your eyes have changed, my dear.
They have her reflection in them, instead of mine.
Oct 19, 2016
Oct 19, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
I saw you today.
You looked just as good as the day I met you.
Your hair was slicked back, just like I remembered.
You were wearing your favorite shirt.
Your shoes, Your lips, Your hands,
all the same.
But your eyes have changed, my dear.
They have her reflection in them, instead of mine.
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