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Just Another One Of Your Games
Sometimes her eyes rage sorrow
Sometimes her eyes bathe love
Sometimes her eyes are a fist
Sheathed in a boxers glove
Sometimes I’m scared to look
Afraid of the stories they’ll tell
Afraid that in those eyes
Is a return ticket to hell
Sometimes her eyes grow flowers
Bursting with sweet perfume
Sometimes her eyes are fire
And i'm yearning to be consumed
Sometimes I’m scared to look
Afraid that her eyes are a dream
And if I look too closely
None of this will be as it seems
Sometimes her eyes bathe sorrow
Sometimes her eyes rage love
Sometimes her eyes are a caress
Soft as a velvet glove
Sometimes I’m scared to look
Afraid that I might trespass
But every time I lift my eyes to hers
Those eyes, they always say yes
Your eyes always say yes
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This was inspired by a breakup a friend of mine went through, I asked his permission to write this piece and to submit it to you, he reluctantly agreed after my many weeks of begging, I'm hoping this proves that he was right to trust me, because I do for my friends what they'd do for me, so this is a dedication to my friend and his freedom, and the three months I spent in the torture chamber with his sorrow.