Staring at you makes my eyes hurt,
until water salt started running slow.
You're beautiful yet it's painful for me to see,
brings me warmth and light, that's sometimes unsteady.
I wish I could look up to you leisurely.
And reach you with my hands to see clearly.
But you torment my eyes too much.
And you're impossibly farther to reach.
I need to mask my eyes,
just to stare at your beauty.
'Coz you're one of those precious things,
in the world that I can't live without.
I'll continue to live with the pain as well as the pleasure you give.
My Love... they love your opposite much,
but don't be jealous,
I'm loyal to you as f*ck!
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Cries at Midnight
Poetry[Highest Rank: #2 in Poems, #1 in Lyric] Collection of Poetries and Prose. I wonder why most people write when they were sad, broken, frustrated, mad, and not when they were at their happiest moment. Then I realized, maybe it's because whenever w...
