Her brown eyes never leave me;
Eyes filled with lies,
And a poisoned tongue to match.
Reality never fit her well.
Time flew by and I came to a realization; those
Brown eyes of hers could never be forgotten.
Raindrops fall on her shoulders,
Every drop soaking her skin.
Although I won't forget her, I can move on
Knowing that another pair of brown eyes will gaze lovingly at me.
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Deep Down Depression
PoetryWe always said we would be together forever. We believed that nothing had the power to separate us. I think that's what made losing you so much worse.
