If I look at him,

It is purely out of habbit.

And if I look at him with her,
I swear it's not an addiction.
Deep down,
I know I'm doing it to help myslef.
I know it was just an illusion.
But, have you ever concidered a fake sun??
Just think about it.
And because it's so damn bright,
We aren't allowed to look at it.
We could go blind from it's beauty.
Though,
when filtered with a dark shade,
We can see it's true shape.
And when I saw his true shape,
The most wonderful thing happend.
Eyes tinted with smoke.
No longer pure.
Soul shaded in brown.
Forever will it be.
Never will he be the same to me.
My dreams will never be dementias.
I renewed my faith in myself.
Found something worth waiting for.
And soon enough,
You won't see anymore storms clouding my face.
For it shall be brightend with joy.