The Color of Her Eyes
i guess i shouldn't let the color of her eyes wake me in the night
but i miss her.
her voice sings to me in the shower i should listen to the rushing water
but i miss her.
when i laugh i hear her laugh with me, i shouldn’t
but i miss her.
i know now love isn't enough.
you can love each other with every centimeter of your make up
but realities will sometimes trump that passion
you fight for it, years if you have to
you just dance in the soiled water of the flood
but sometimes,
well like i said,
love isn't enough.
this isn't a sad story,
a feel sorry for me discourse,
the moments were real
they still live with me
she is a part of me
us is still in me.
i still smile when i think of her,
i guess i always will.
but sometimes, in the capture of a moon lit night
i also cry.
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