Dissociative

To the girl with sapphire eyes This note will go unnoticed Like springs first bloom And winters last flake Tucked away in your drawer With not even a second peek So therefore I will not tire your eyes Or bore your mind I just need to confess And pour out To one who does not give in the slightest But before I do Rest assured my work here is done Your eyes will not glass over But is that a hint of a smile I must confess And with that I say Goodbye Love, the girl with sapphire eyes