You can see it her melancholy eyes
All of what makes her.
Her smile is brighter than the skies
No one sees past her layer
They don't notice a part of her dies
With each and every thought of you.
Her eyes show you how much she tries
To pull the good out in people.
And even on her highs
Those melancholy eyes show her passion
She can look in a way no one can despise
And gazing into that abyss of emotions
They sorta caress you, she never tries
She knows how to make people happy
And her outer layer lies
Saying she's fine
It's her disguise
And darling it's okay.
Because I see through those melancholy eyes
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