Blonde burns the eyes, it hurts To see. Maybe instead it is the ever loving Sight, the memory that arouses this Burning sensation. This burning sensation known collectively As tears, tears of a person gone mad With lonliness. An exceptance of something that is no Longer there. Her, she is an apparition, she haunts The mind. With every casting gaze, every dark Eye turned to sparkle, every blonde Strand hung loose in the wind. Haunted, haunted by her. A look alike (not her). She burns ones eyes anyway. Dead, gone, everything of her Once had. Time has burned away like Ashes on summer's gold. Everything still stands Intact, but the apparition Is seen in every dark eye Mixed with the color blonde. Only others can stop the Haunting, only trueness can Be the replacement to drive Her away.
Reason for writing:
A view of a ex-lover and her haunting of my soul.
Birth sign: Aries
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