You can donate your eyes.
I didn't know.
You could give someone back their sight.
but
The thought of your eyes,
The ones I've seen every depth of,
The ones in which I can read every sparkle,
The ones that See Me,
Seeing someone else,
After you are gone?
To look into those eyes again, knowing I'm not looking at you?
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 12:31 AM UTC
You can donate your eyes.
I didn't know.
You could give someone back their sight.
but
The thought of your eyes,
The ones I've seen every depth of,
The ones in which I can read every sparkle,
The ones that See Me,
Seeing someone else,
After you are gone?
To look into those eyes again, knowing I'm not looking at you?
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