Mine are not two eyes of gold
As an ouce of blue more can be found
Don't ask as to where they look around
Every second, of every day, instead
Like a passing light, step inbetween
Ever flashing still, look back at me
In unstumbling step instead stand before
No one else will ever see
Except for thee

We are all human
We all are being
All self doubt and smoke and ashes and dust
We settle still
And stirr like stones
And never stop the search for meaning
We all are human
We are all being

my one wish is
to find someone
who sees the world
as beautiful as i do
with their mouth
preaching poetic beauty
as i have once done
to all the boys
i have loved

I can see a faint plume of smoke rising from your heart, accompanied by a burnt-flesh odour, which I believe is the result of your remarkable prayer to God to right a world plagued by apathy toward the impoverished.

Men
Made me promises
When I was young
And new
They didn't keep
Because they had known
No one would blame 'em
When I felt old
And used