My eyes
Tell you everything
You could ever need to know
Its there written in this clever window
To my very soul
So what do you see
When you look at them
Do you see the sorrow and the pain
Or the joyous anticipation
As I whisper your sweet name
Dare I break this trance
That seems to hold all your attraction
Should I tease you then
Me just out of reach
As you try to recover
From my paralyzing effect
Follow if you can
I知 released from all the worry
Embrace me here
Take me I知 yours
Just try it
Starring straight into my eyes
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Some artists work in oils, some work in clay. I prefer Jello.
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The more perfect the artist, the more completely separate in him will be the man who suffers and the mind which creates. -T. S. Eliot
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