(written while listening to "Una Mattina"- by Ludovico Einaudi)
Just forget me, cause you already did
by inventing me the moment you saw me
Not that face of solid stone cut rigidity
But those eyes
Glancing at you
Uncovering the darkness in your moves
Too realistically hollow
Embracing your well-accepted disappointment
Glancing through others at your own mind
Too full to mirror darkness back.
Just don’t tell me you were surprised
With the lack of artifice or too much of it
In a repetition of banalities gone real
You saw nothing as did I
Yet you forgot me along the way
And invented those eyes
Mirroring your darkness back.
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