looking at the love of my life
my pupils continue to grow
to such an extensive point
they are doubtful my eyes hold any color
at all
but sometimes they are curious
when the trip has really faded
because every time I stare
at the love of my life
my heart has no choice
but to reflect my love
through the blackness of my pupils
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
looking at the love of my life
my pupils continue to grow
to such an extensive point
they are doubtful my eyes hold any color
at all
but sometimes they are curious
when the trip has really faded
because every time I stare
at the love of my life
my heart has no choice
but to reflect my love
through the blackness of my pupils
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