Well your eyes reflect the world.
My troubles protect your eyes.
Do you have my innocence somewhere in there.
I gave you my sunglasses a long time ago.
Though you threw them away.
Stretched out time and my loving one.
How can you ask me what it all means.
I see through your rainbow ways.
She looks at me with her blue beautiful scopes.
Can you gaze at me for days and days.
I’ll find somewhere for us to elope.
In a forest, with nothing but speckling sun rays.
So il follow the wind as your eyes set shift.
Il ask you a question of love and a stones throw of silence.
Your presence of being is my gift.
Trying to fly but my wings are clipped.
Looking to the sky, thinking theres got to be some way.
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Publicado en e-Stories.org el 02.07.2018.