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Those Eyes

Don’t worry about me, dear

I’m still over here

Sippin on wine

Finding new ways to waste my time

Still trying to get you off my mind

Until the day you can be mine

All I want is for you to shine

And share my time with you

Until over lives are as intertwined

As our DNA 

And no matter what we do

I am stuck to you

So don’t worry

I’ve had a few drinks again

But I’ll be alright

I might take flight

And spread my wings again

To search the dark skies for your eyes

Because those eyes

They give me life, babe

Those eyes have cut through my through-line 

They’ve seen through my disguise

And washed away my lies

I am true when it comes to you

Because being with you

Is the only thing I know to be true 

And if I don’t see you soon

I might shrink down to nothing

Just a little speck of a man

A ball of dust in a beam of light

Just the dash between years lived

A broken body without any fight left

So,

Fuck the rest

I need to see you 

That’s the only thing I know to be true




-CH 7/2/25

 
 
 

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