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Hazel green eyes give

A silent glare

Into the very depths of my being

Once a sign of love

Now but a falling confidence

A pain too deep to be remembered



One moon has changed and past

Since that spontaneous finality

And since have I been

An unashamed balloon

Flying high through transcendent clouds

But that muted regard

Like a lackadaisical rain

It pulled me to the ground

Popping me and releasing all my air



So here I sit,

Architecture in my classroom

Not free and jovial as believed

But rather dazed and slightly confused

Lost and unsure

Enthralled by your being

A crazed hopeless romantic

Confined within a world

Without romance