Remember that day, you looked me in the face?
The reflection of the sun leaving lines in it’s place.
Blue eyes mean nothing but reflections of skies
All they’ll do is dazzle you, so look on behind,
because superficial mirrors are these eyes of mine
black, as is night, when the moon won’t shine,
and in stormy weather are only a sign:
That the world appears different, through overcast eyes.
Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 3:07 PM UTC
Remember that day, you looked me in the face?
The reflection of the sun leaving lines in it’s place.
Blue eyes mean nothing but reflections of skies
All they’ll do is dazzle you, so look on behind,
because superficial mirrors are these eyes of mine
black, as is night, when the moon won’t shine,
and in stormy weather are only a sign:
That the world appears different, through overcast eyes.
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