His name is still engraved on my lips His smell still lingers on my skin Don’t know if it’s been one hour or one day I could still feel the ache in my core Begging for more Brown Eyed Boy All your life you thought of love as a cure. Hoping someday a man would come on a white horse saving you from your demons. But all it took was a brown eyed boy to turn all your dreams into nightmares. You fall in love hoping it would mend your heart only to be left broken. From one to another, you wander searching for someone to fill that void inside you. Now all you are left is with his memories that you turn into poetry. All his words that were lies, all the time you muffled your cries. From singing love songs to mourning the loss. I call this love grief. Now I have nowhere to put this leftover love other than into words that still cry his name.