Your Eyes
Through your eyes
Life seemed to lullabied by blue skies
Pretty flowers bloomed by the roadside
Long drives, the road ahead lit by the moonlight
Heart racing the spedometer barely making the red light
Through your eyes
Yesterday is gone, drowned by the sunrise
Sitting while sipping black coffee by the lakeside
Fresh fruit neatly organized by an egg white
The birds chirping ready to take flight
Through your eyes
Time only moves clockwise
Regrets, fears, and pain lay bedside
Death is nearing, there is no time to overwrite
Skin pale and a slowed heart beat means it is time to say goodnight
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