Stained glass eyes

Stained glass eyes
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I look to a girl with so much class,
My eyes stare like broken glass,
The shards of tears flood the floor
For every single drop replaces two more,

For no one can wipe away my tears,
They are of pain condensed by fears,
The girl I crave find me not,
Always forgotten until I rot,

But when get consumed by the black,
Never to live or ever come back,
So I hold your heart close to mine,
And for once in my life I feel fine





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