Your eyes, even when they're closed,
See more than mine, your mind knows
Where mine goes.
The leaves fall soft around your feet
The sun light sends its streaks upon your cheeks
The birds sing as you speak.
Don't pull the curtain down just yet
The stars behind my eyes wont let
This happen.
C. Alexander
Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 2:00 PM UTC
Your eyes, even when they're closed,
See more than mine, your mind knows
Where mine goes.
The leaves fall soft around your feet
The sun light sends its streaks upon your cheeks
The birds sing as you speak.
Don't pull the curtain down just yet
The stars behind my eyes wont let
This happen.
C. Alexander
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