Sweet Nothings

The devil popped around today selling potions that’d help me forget you, Green Eyes. He said that they’d take away the memories but I think of you more than ever. I swear you were right here next to me, even moments ago. Where have you gone, my angel? You always leave so soon. Everytime I remember your face more vividly than I did the time before. Is it you I’m even swooning for? Is it even you whispering sweet nothings in my ear? Or have truly lost it…