All Eyes
All eyes are past ghosts.
There is love in every word
Even if it's not for you.
There's a beer on the bar
And her eyes glint against the golden bubbles.
Those eyes weren't meant for you.
But you don't care.
You could melt right there.
And always believe every past ghost
Of every golden-bubbled eye.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2007
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