What's within the eye that keeps us drawn?
That it kills us when we see that person frown
It was surreal, like an abstract idea
That each one of us could see what is inside those eyes
That one day, blue are not the skies
And you can't even take those sighs
Food won't be as tasty as your favorite pie
When it'll take some guts to see that person cry
In our belief they were the mirrors,
But for me, they were tunnels: unknown
Yet to be discovered
It's not about whom you see your future with,
Nor with whom you see the shadows of your past
But with the joy of your present
Beautiful sight, it was
However, the universe is so vast
Conspiring since you were not yet born
Exploding as the sirens and horns
Little did I know, in those sets of eyes, I am but a clown
In a chess game I was a pawn
Forever stucked in that zone
Called, friendzone
Jun 26, 2016
Jun 26, 2016 at 9:06 AM UTC
What's within the eye that keeps us drawn?
That it kills us when we see that person frown
It was surreal, like an abstract idea
That each one of us could see what is inside those eyes
That one day, blue are not the skies
And you can't even take those sighs
Food won't be as tasty as your favorite pie
When it'll take some guts to see that person cry
In our belief they were the mirrors,
But for me, they were tunnels: unknown
Yet to be discovered
It's not about whom you see your future with,
Nor with whom you see the shadows of your past
But with the joy of your present
Beautiful sight, it was
However, the universe is so vast
Conspiring since you were not yet born
Exploding as the sirens and horns
Little did I know, in those sets of eyes, I am but a clown
In a chess game I was a pawn
Forever stucked in that zone
Called, friendzone
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