The Beautiful Face

When I close my eyes I see your face

It fades from the center

Then all I see is a shadow of your eyes

An unyielding gaze

Each and everytime I try to deny the significance

You are beautiful in a way only angels are suppose to be

I couldn't be with you

But I just don't want the compromise

I was never one for slumming around

I want your face vivid and real, right infront of me

Eyes wide open and poised for shock and disenchantment

The End

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