The Search
Gazing straight into someone eyes,
Looking for some tiny small clue,
I found the icy stone that shines,
showing me much it was not you.
My eyes stared in pain through streets
of misery I humbly beg that I find,
the eyes I once loved in sheets
and live forever in my poor mind.
The more I seek, I run, I search
For these eyes my life once loved,
I feel the greatest emptiness embrace.
For now will never be too much,
I go ahead for the one always adored,
Till I fulfill this lonely space.
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