Lenses and Contacts
And his eyes
His eyes
They speak
So many truths
But his lips
His lips
Never seem to move
And I'm blind
I'm blind
For believing
They would
Some day
Sputter something
Good
And my eyes
My eyes
Can finally see
The truths
The truths
You'll never say
To me
Any my lips
My lips
Will grace yours
Form the
Words good-bye
And let you go
Copyright © Charissa Gonzalez | Year Posted 2010
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