I give the key to anyone I think can undo the lock.
And where does this leave me?
In the side of your pupil.
Tracing the curves of your eyes down to the arch of your back.
Sliding down to your heels where I lay,
waiting to return to your eyes.
That is only one instance.
The others raid my heart which is in some cryogenic state at this point.
The sun on my face warms my brain.
Tears trickle down and dry.
Sticking to my fingers as I wipe them aside next to my cheek bones.
Where does your soul escape on those days?
Flying to touch the clouds.
And from your eyes I see the world.
It is easier than dealing with my own faults.
How is it I though I knew you?
That somehow I was in your head.
You did let me glimpse at a small side of you.
When you turn your head and your profile seemed so clear.
Maybe I should put on my glasses.
I fear someday I will give so little no one will ever understand.
Not the way you did, for that second I lived in your eyes.
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