Your eyes,
they are like wildflowers.
They wander around in spiritual freedom.
And they are strong as ever.
Sometimes when they twinkle,
They twinkle like two stars,
That shines the brightest up in a Georgian night sky.
I wish your eyes would twinkle that way
When they met mine.
And if only your eyes could tell you,
How much sorrow they discovered in my eyes.
So that maybe one day,
You would come back to me and heal it.
People used to tell me that
my eyes were beautiful.
But who in the world knows how
my eyes would have that ability,
To blind people from seeing that
they were actually pretty sad too...
-l.r
Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 11:50 PM UTC
Your eyes,
they are like wildflowers.
They wander around in spiritual freedom.
And they are strong as ever.
Sometimes when they twinkle,
They twinkle like two stars,
That shines the brightest up in a Georgian night sky.
I wish your eyes would twinkle that way
When they met mine.
And if only your eyes could tell you,
How much sorrow they discovered in my eyes.
So that maybe one day,
You would come back to me and heal it.
People used to tell me that
my eyes were beautiful.
But who in the world knows how
my eyes would have that ability,
To blind people from seeing that
they were actually pretty sad too...
-l.r
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