Her voice,
once soft like summer rain,
now fell upon his ears,
like thunderstorms.
Her eyes,
once full of everything life gave,
were now bland.
empty.
Her soul,
once free,
Filled to the brim with colour, scent and sound...
now void.
What is it that you did to her?
To break such life,
to shatter such lust,
to hurt such love.
Now you must wonder,
whats behind,
her perfect eyes.
Thats lost their perfect shine.
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