Your eyes
are wat’ring
with my tears.
The ones I no longer
wish to hold.
You told me of such
wondrous colors,
But sometimes they seemed
only different shades of black.
All you have managed to do
is erase from my heart
each word I wrote for you.
Your promises I thought
were from your heart and soul,
But as I sometimes found,
the flame of love had grown cold.
And now you call to me
to see if I still offer the time,
But your colors have faded,
so you read your final rhyme.
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