I looked at her,
She looked at me. How rude of her to have stared at me with such lack of clarity, With the abundance of disparity set deep in her eyes. Her eyes! The once crystal-clear eyes They now bore a red tinge And what I'd call a haughty gaze. Those eyes judged me for the solemn look on my face. They taunted me for the tears I'd wept Tears over him, her, self, life- long list really. They laughed at me for being so weak For being so fixated on my notion of life But never changing to match those in bliss. Bliss! That word... Darn that word-it evaded me. Bliss wasn't something I could describe But she knew better than i' She lived it Besides all she did was look on. She looked at me I looked at her I walked away from her piercing gaze Besides what did she know? She was just but a mere reflection...
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