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I met a boy in Carolina with eyes like the Californian sun He said he wanted to kiss me under the sky that was made of silk and velvet I thought the sky looked nothing like silk Just endless afflictions of stars, like twinkling people Boundless constriction of atmosphere and something else not quite reflected back at us I didn't want to look at the sky because I thought his eyes shone brighter than any star with the innocent sparkle of boy-hood and glee And I wondered what it was he saw in me In my own dark eyes that must've reflected the sea, some dangerous dark devouring ocean What made him smile? Was it my lips? "Your eyes were always like the moon" I remember you said And even though your hands were shaky Unlike his steady fingers that did not stutter sure of themselves in this world And even if his stance was not flighty I could've sworn I saw a little bit of you In this boy with the southern accent with eyes like the burning sun When he lit his cigarette with purpose And looked at me The same way you did With wonder
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
Its a word you never learned
I met a boy in Carolina with eyes like the Californian sun He said he wanted to kiss me under the sky that was made of silk and velvet I thought the sky looked nothing like silk Just endless afflictions of stars, like twinkling people Boundless constriction of atmosphere and something else not quite reflected back at us I didn't want to look at the sky because I thought his eyes shone brighter than any star with the innocent sparkle of boy-hood and glee And I wondered what it was he saw in me In my own dark eyes that must've reflected the sea, some dangerous dark devouring ocean What made him smile? Was it my lips? "Your eyes were always like the moon" I remember you said And even though your hands were shaky Unlike his steady fingers that did not stutter sure of themselves in this world And even if his stance was not flighty I could've sworn I saw a little bit of you In this boy with the southern accent with eyes like the burning sun When he lit his cigarette with purpose And looked at me The same way you did With wonder
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 4:54 PM UTC
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