When was it
when they made you smile,
such mesmerizing eyes
on porcelain skin?

I think you know
that they are still looking
at you, with those eyes
you said you would
have drowned in.

But they're such longing looks,
their pleading eyes seemed
almost as if they could touch you with
their naked eyes and hold you closer,
your skin's warming love.

If the clock snaps insane
like it would someday,
and turns its hands back
like a massive whirlpool
and takes you back,
let's say,
maybe a few years ago,
you might have let them in,
you would have let them in.

But you smile with such lips
that worded these hopeless lines:
"sorry, I've moved on,
but thanks for the memories…
anyway."