Eyes...

I'm sure of his love...
so sure of his feelings...
fragile and questionable
loving the forbidden fruit
loving the same eyes i do
Wishing the same eyes i kissed once
it is the sureness of life
it is the sureness of pain and tears.
The valse is combining with violin screams
the plateau is decadent
the dancers are dying
falling apart as snow dummies
under the strong sun
of the sad reality...
why this sureness?
Because of your eyes...


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