There's a chaos in your eyes
So welcoming,
So full of promise,
So unpredictable.
A journey with no return,
Yet it always brings me back.
A shipwreck that elevates,
In its depths, I find solace,
mysteries yet to unravel,
with every glance, a new tale,
Yet this chaos,
always guide me back.
Your eyes, a maze, pulling me deeper.
Their silent stories, a siren call,
You never allowed me to stay there
It felt like a dance, a pulling body and a shove,
An intricate play between fear and love.
Although this was the place I wanted to be,
In this chaos,
I was never truly free.
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