| i don't like it when people won't put their eyes away not even hide them from me while gawking your talk shames me your eyes embarrass but you put them in your pant's pocket before you got undressed. since then i'd have given my right arm for you to have a limb by which nothing was meant my wide eyes and long hair, what you call my charm it was not controlled, rarely my intent... to pull people from their senses... i must have lost my mine, not to worry, they've been found strangely squirming under shoes i watched you put them back on in the morning look first up, then slowly down without warning for that short time before, your brick wall turned glass and i'm not sorry i saw you or that i never asked so glad for once your arms weren't cut off couldn't have given mine you'd grow far too soft. |