Her eyes were smooth.
I almost lost control.
For the afternoon that seem to pass by lost in her gaze, stood still as seconds.
Reality is asking, if I need the order repeated.
A moment, that makes me wonder, where have I been hiding?
To have not been aware of this goddess abruptly disambiguation.
My eyes acknowledge and kneel.
My mind laughs.
I am quite aware that our paths would be destructive.
Crossword puzzles even.
But people aren't games.
Even still, thoughts of her eyes please the characteristic quality that I sometimes fall heels over head for.
Can you loan them to me?
Morbid in common sense, but I never said I wanted to keep them.
More importantly, were your eyes asking me to keep you.
If they were, I lose.
If they weren't, I lose.
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