My eyes closing
while viewing the true meaning.
That I could grab with my hands
cold like ice melting.
My eyes closing
The open doors greeting me made it so
that I could never leave.
Like home.
True love that could never part.
My eyes closing
they told us never to see.
Like the tree that seas every season
we hung togather in the black.
My eyes closing
The hole thing happen.
I was never there to meet the other half.
So great, so real, so special to me
We were meant to be.
Inspired by: Imagery
By: Marcus H
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