Stella

stella

youve got those eyes

that burn a hole

deep in my soul,

and those lips that i just want to kiss

and oh how i miss

all that we had before 

before you went to that place were the colors 

are more green than blue

and the days

the days are more me than you

and stella

oh how i miss those eyes that burn holes in souls

and those lips

oh those lips that i couls kiss

and oh how i miss, 

us

This poem is about: 
Me

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