Makiya Green · Dec 3, 2011
fuck you, but not exactly

I see you and my eyes are
caves seas oceans and breezes and
the wind is shifting my
disposition my
gaze, following as you walk
on your way and
don't stop
to say
hi.

Fine.
I will be glad to open your eyes
another
day.

 
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