Of these eyes you spoke
And of my ribbonless heart
Yes you didn’t know
Of these eyes you spoke
And of my ribbonless heart
Yes you didn’t know
An elegant stretch
May be all my sinew craves
After all’s been said
All the looking east
Light and lightning to be found
Its warmth has our back
You have harmed this place
Made my days all the more less
May my pain prompt you
A soul set aflame
A heart that stirred when hearing
The sound of my voice
You must’ve anguished
The day I saw your magic
I saw you’re magic
You hardest of hearts
Unable to be kindness
I choke on the why
There’s so great a need
So many of us searching
For loving kindness
You’ve treated the truth
as a hip-pocket secret,
to be tucked away.
Another secret
(whispering): You’re a gambler
with no hand to play.
One-Hundred-Thousand
percent of me is for you.
I have that much, yes.