Your eyes, they are like those of a femme fatale.
Your eyes, they are like the two sides of a coin.
Your eyes, I keep dreaming of them.
Your eyes, I never could understand them.
Your eyes, I never felt sure of them.
Your eyes, I want to conquer them.
In my dreams, you behave lika a queen with no sense. A diva. But in reality, you are much different. You are humble on the outside. But on the inside, I am never sure. We have too many layers that cover who we really are and you are no different. At least, I hope not. For you are too perfect to be tainted by flaws.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
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