a two week fling
a moment of sadness
a monthly girl
a summer to gain
a five month first love
a series of unfortunate events
leading up to how i am now
embracing my "latest catch"
venom pouring through my hand
no one cares what I feel
i hate this passion, lust for love
i just want to love and to be
happy... long ago lost to
glazed eyes, eyes immersed in
brown, curly hair
traded, nay not
lost... but lost and found
perfect true color eyes
eyes that stay with me
eyes that dont hurte
eyes that i want to love
to love and be loved by