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The Eyes of the Painting
The day before tomorrow, I went to his house
There was a inverted painting near the hole of a mouse
"Creepie!" I thought
And the thought fought
All across my head like a lousy louse
I went toward the painting, tried to flip it to see
And I felt a hand behind me
It was him, he said I were beautiful,
Gave good compliments about my makeup, wonderful
I wanted to scream in joy, Weeeeeeeeee!
That night, after we went to sleep
I decided to wait until midnight to take a peep
at that painting which I could see before
So when the clock struck twelve, I opened the door
I went past the hole, which I then felt it really deep
I took the painting to my hand and saw
a drop-dead gorgeous woman, as white as snow
Her beautiful eyes were close; but her eyelids were perfect
She was prettier, not even close to our school's prefect
She was an angel and I felt jealous, you know
He were an artist, was she his past acquaintance? But,
I don't even know who she is, I envy her. Wait! What!
Her eyes opened and I was startled to see that then
Her makeup was gone, I screamed in fright but when
I saw him, In my stomach, I felt a cut
Her eyes were a knife, as sharp as her view
She had no makeup but she did not look 'eww'
He tried to convince me that I were that girl
Her eyes were different when they opened, like a curl
So I ran away and about that, my mouth I had to sew
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And the image looks like my eyes with makeup before my breakup and after my breakup🥲
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