short story #2

i’m starting to think that if there was any other kind of reality you’d carve your way into it. 
i see nothing but your face now,on the glistening surface of my coffee,
in the mirror, you couldn’t even spare the clouds could you?!
you had to charm them too for i can see you in the sky when i first wake up in the morning,
but they cant seem to do you justice when they form your face. 
It’s your eyes, there’s no imitation possible for those eyes. They’re their own unique and marvelous specimen. 
and at night when i gaze at the stars and i connect them i can see your smile in the constellations but they sparkle while yours glow. 
and when people look into my eyes they see you rather than their own reflection and they smile because they know the occupant of my heart.


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