medals made of gold

Reckless child

Your eyes, your sparkling eyes. You were talking fast and loud… I couldn’t follow your words. Your eyes were talking too. My thoughts about your eyes… you had some lights and you were standing close, to close. Damn your eyes…. I couldn’t think. Some things you were saying, I should’ve know… I couldn’t listen. So now I’ve said it, so now I know your eyes.



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