**...if a picture's worth's a thousand
In your gaze lies my memoire
I say a person's eyes must change
Fore within your stare I'm marked....**
I write. I drink and I write. I fill bins. Many bins.
I look at your picture. I study your eyes... I start again.
I set the table. I dimmed the lights. I'd like to say I won.
I will not say I knew you. I've no idea who you've become.
My eyes never shifted from the table. We may not have stayed the course,
Had I noticed your eyes so full of tears, instead weighing what we'd served.
**...they capture pictures come to life.
They capture scenes in their reflection
When you catch me eye to eye
You'll learn me from the silence...**
Am I made to play the part, A vagrant full of sin...
The proof is in perspective. You've seen who I have been.
Each time I leave behind a piece. A picture will not do.
Words will not to fill my chalice. My inspiration left with you.
**...the black lines divide the darkest colors
Must be the labyrinth I'm lost in.
Fore when you grow bored, not for my words
I would surely be forgotten....**
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 10:14 PM UTC
**...if a picture's worth's a thousand
In your gaze lies my memoire
I say a person's eyes must change
Fore within your stare I'm marked....**
I write. I drink and I write. I fill bins. Many bins.
I look at your picture. I study your eyes... I start again.
I set the table. I dimmed the lights. I'd like to say I won.
I will not say I knew you. I've no idea who you've become.
My eyes never shifted from the table. We may not have stayed the course,
Had I noticed your eyes so full of tears, instead weighing what we'd served.
**...they capture pictures come to life.
They capture scenes in their reflection
When you catch me eye to eye
You'll learn me from the silence...**
Am I made to play the part, A vagrant full of sin...
The proof is in perspective. You've seen who I have been.
Each time I leave behind a piece. A picture will not do.
Words will not to fill my chalice. My inspiration left with you.
**...the black lines divide the darkest colors
Must be the labyrinth I'm lost in.
Fore when you grow bored, not for my words
I would surely be forgotten....**
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