Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Pretty Eyes

Oh... em pretty eyes,
First glimpse caught at the station,
Silently they beckoned tendrils of a plea,
"Come to me", they beseeched,
"Take me away from this lonesome world"...
"Be the love I seek"...
But fear clasped my feet,
Chained my tongue,
And just like it never was,
The moment ceased to exist.
In regret I look back and long,
And in my head the question rages forever on,
Will I ever see those pretty eyes again!?

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