Like a stroke of many colours, your eyes lit up the sky,
Staring at this empty canvas as life passes us by.
I want to think it mattered, how you took my breath away,
Still I'm finding thoughts to understand why it had to be this way.
The next time you come around, at least drop by before you leave,
I'll just be the one who's been missing you, his heart out on his sleeve.
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