I could see it. The look of lust, the look of passion, the look of your outright expression of your love. It was hidden inside those deep brown pupils; like a secret meaning inside of a book. Now I see the way you look at me; full of wonder and full of love. I wish I could've seen it before, maybe I would've treasured you more than I did. But the time's up for regrets; now your eyes are glassy, void of expression. Did I do that to you? Did I take away that lovely look deep in your eyes?
//+and another~ so angsty jeesh