Your eyes aren’t eyes.
They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're telescopes
The deepest layer of my heart I cannot hide
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're knives
I cry when it pierces my heart open
Your eyes aren't eyes
They are bows and arrows
I can be an archer's fan in archery sport
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're home
I can see how wonderful my life in there
Your eyes aren't eyes
They are magic potion
I melt I die upon a gaze of your eyes..
Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
Your eyes aren’t eyes.
They’re bees.
I can find no cure for their sting.
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're telescopes
The deepest layer of my heart I cannot hide
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're knives
I cry when it pierces my heart open
Your eyes aren't eyes
They are bows and arrows
I can be an archer's fan in archery sport
Your eyes aren't eyes
They're home
I can see how wonderful my life in there
Your eyes aren't eyes
They are magic potion
I melt I die upon a gaze of your eyes..
i love your eyes...
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