Look closely as she cries
and spy a piece of a fly.
Within her pupil, its eye.
Brown and green and black
and, there, you see?
Reflected in it,
is me
I knew a young woman
who wallowed, will cry.
And I'm not sure why,
I am so high.
Perhaps I'll die.
Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 9:33 PM UTC
Look closely as she cries
and spy a piece of a fly.
Within her pupil, its eye.
Brown and green and black
and, there, you see?
Reflected in it,
is me
I knew a young woman
who wallowed, will cry.
And I'm not sure why,
I am so high.
Perhaps I'll die.
