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Shining hazel orbs Blink dreamily up at me Full of innocence Pull the curtains back Early sun comes streaming in Eyes smart with surprise
By Violet P. Davies8 years ago in Poets
They said these were the days of our lives They promised us magic unending Every single glamour-loving silver screen Assures us of some kind of happy ending
There is a haze over the house And I sit quiet as a mouse Wanting to scream and cry Tired and scared to try There is a haze over my head
I am alone Who would have known? Looks like you're not Who would have thought? I'm not surprised Why am I still waiting
Tell me your worries, tell me your woes What do you think that I came here for? I am your shoulder, your rock, not your rose
The rose-upholstered chair and the matching loveseat The dry and musty air, dust motes baking in the heat And the heavy eggplant curtains that came down in the aftermath
