His eyes

March 31, 2016

as i stand there looking into his eyes

my memories they flash in front of me

i relive some of my favorite moments

i see my lowest points

my eyes fill with tears remembering what i was

a child with a heart that went cold

a teenager in love, with a rebellious side

that is all i ever got to be

chances i never took

ones never offered, my ticket outta there

it never came

but as i look into his eyes

i see that for a second i have a ticket out

one that will never bring me back

i ponder on if i should stay

if maybe i can change what has been done

but as i look into his eyes,

i realize my choice is already been made

for the faces i grew up with, the are all but things that use to be

i am a person that they knew, no longer one they know

as i lay here on my silk bed looking into his eyes,

everything stops, and as do i

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