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These eyes


Your eyes make me

forget what I wanted to say

I shed bussiness and

gain a nervous way

What’s left  is a

wavering version of me

That’s not what I’m proud of

or what you should see

Tell the angel

that I’m hit allright -

Now let him aim

at your heart tonight

My lack of composure

annoys me –

I cannot blame you

Now you mess with my focus,

but it’s hardly

a thing that you do

These eyes are haunting me

in every way

Can I stop it,

how do I keep it at bay?

I can’t concentrate

or even read a book

It’s the blood that is rushing,

whenever I look

As I drown in a blue pair

of kind and open skies

I can keep up my work if I

manage to avoid these eyes

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