I take a look into his eyes
There so empty and wrong
And I feel my love die
Since they are not warm sunlight
Eyes that used to shine so bright
But he's so sweet and lovely
But his eyes don't speak back
I take a look into his eyes
And I get pictures of us both
But you moved on
His eyes don't look like yours
And I feel like crying
I know am wrong for this
But I feel confuse
Because his touch is not the same
And his eyes don't reach mine
I take a good look
But his eyes only show us
And how we used to be
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All about love
PoetryShort poems and phases about love again. A feeling that we some day get or already have in which words will describe this aching emotion.
