The blues of his eyes kept bringing me back
The perfect color of rose on his lips
He reminded me of movies where I would win him over
Eventually it would end with his kisses on my hips
The days that pass are just fractions of time in which I lose him
He made me forget that he was miles away
When he was just a text next to me
The light in my eyes have grown dim
The bad guys in the night took him from me
I wasn't safe, did he even care?
The men in black withhold him and flee
The only thing keeping him from me was a thin layer of glass
Lighting up my night with a million photographic memories I wasn't included in
With this is how my hours pass
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Before I Blackout
PoetryMy best work is done when I'm on the edge of blacking out, when you finally stop trying to pretend you have a grip on what runs though your mind, you should try writing with your eyes half closed and your mind wide open. This may be an on going pro...
