She loves and hates
At the same time
To those eyes that
She hates
And same eyes that
She loves
Those eyes cause her pain but
Those same eyes were cause
Of her euphoria
Always cursing them
And
Thanking God for creating
Those eyes
she could stare
For million times.
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Waves Of Blue
PoetryThere was a star riding through the clouds one night, and I said to star, "consume me" - Virginia Woolf Started:7.06.2021 Status: completed ©cooshookie 2021
