No More Poems About Eyes

If there’s one thing I’m sick of

It’s reading poems about

Some old lover’s eyes

Until my own start to burn

Write about how his thoughts

Drifted far beyond the bounds

Of the small town where you met

Write about the things he told you

The night you first got drunk

On more than just love

Write about how he crushed your soul

Just to save someone else’s

Only a few weeks later

There’s so much more

Than meets the eye

Than just the eyes themselves.

 

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