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The event
Staring into the event horizon;
Anticipation slowly rising.
Getting lost is not hard to do;
The path it travels: having no clue.
The medium is never to be seen;
If you had my eyes you would know what I mean.
Twisted colors only to make one;
This is how it all begun.
Gazing at the reflection of this abyss;
Once you've seen it: you too would miss.
Deep, cloudy, and captivating skies;
This is what it's like to get lost in her eyes.
Anticipation slowly rising.
Getting lost is not hard to do;
The path it travels: having no clue.
The medium is never to be seen;
If you had my eyes you would know what I mean.
Twisted colors only to make one;
This is how it all begun.
Gazing at the reflection of this abyss;
Once you've seen it: you too would miss.
Deep, cloudy, and captivating skies;
This is what it's like to get lost in her eyes.
Published 22nd Apr 2012
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22nd Apr 2012 7:15pm
26th Apr 2012 00:09am
Nothing says love, life, and understanding more than ones eyes. Thank you for the comment.
23rd Apr 2012 9:57pm
26th Apr 2012 00:11am
Passion...we can always read or write or maybe feel it, but to own it...is few and far between. I need to experience it outside of the paper and pen. Thank you for you kinds words and comment.
25th Apr 2012 3:29am
Eventually we miss what we once took for granted so much romantic meloncholy the grey skies my only solace for the voice from a far the lifeline on the other end of the phone line your eyes smokey smoldering they tell of nothing i miss you my friend great write
26th Apr 2012 00:13am
We never see what we have for it is all around us. When it is gone then we seem to notice the void. Thank you my dear friend for the comment, and I miss your voice too Alisha.
