Every time
it never fail,
I'll fall in love
with those eyes.
Normally dark,
now vacant.
I don't understand
how when i love them
something else
breaks the love
and then I look again
and at the body
they belong to
I guess that's it...
the body.
It breaks the spell,
the curves are all wrong
I'll hide the body
and return my eyes
to those eyes
and try to love those eyes
again, through the thought
of the body they are connected to,
But it won't happen.
It's gross, the body
how it oozes through clothes
and comes to rest in a similar way
that slime dries,
in great globs
when I think this
the eyes grow,
more beautiful
the pupils expands
to engulf the earth
sometimes water comes
usually, though, they just stare.
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