Two pair of eyes,
look at each other with love.
But they fail to realize a second pair;
That harbor nothing but sadness.
Deep sullenness that hurts to see them.
What if the tables turned.
What if she looked at me instead of him.
What if she looked at me,
With those same pair of eyes-
that hold love.
What if she loved me as much as I do.
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Debris Of My Existence
PoetryThe memories and experience of my life collided and bombarded itself as a bomb explosion. And now there only exists the debris of my existence.
