Pearls.
Sand in my eyes
with the grit and the dust
and the every reflection of infinite rust
Brown, gold and blue and that beautiful green
Crystalize eyes that have seen what they've seen
Oil the hinges in sockets and pine
Break me and make me
and know that you're mine
Transform your selfishness into divine
as you polish my every regret
Sleep me and weep me
and stop me in tracks
that I made last November
with you to distract
for we are the happenstance on the right track
and you bloom right in front of my eyes
Grit in disguise from mistakes once or twice
that got polished in oyster eyes
liquid shellac
Conquered devotion and we are intact
as we move on to far better days...
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