In Focus
In the darkroom of my mind, your photo still develops
A snapshot of you sears my brain
Fighting so hard to let it go
The artist within me cannot fathom
the idea of letting go of a muse so beautiful
I found beauty in a place where it's least seen
I saw it in you, in golden moments unseen
I still seek it in you, though it's hard to find
Replaying memories where your eyes shine warm and kind
But your icy blue eyes freeze me out
For you, I become colder and colder
Through this, I still always pick up the paintbrush
And paint your eyes looking back at me warmly
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