Your eyes
Your eyes in my eyes
are my thoughts through your head,
myself in your sleep,
made-up stories of that longed-for place,
hand in hand without a care
in the world, no mistakes,
just a legacy of moments
never tainted, never stained.
For your eyes in my eyes
are my dreams in your mind,
I can make up what you’re thinking
and don’t care if it’s not real.
Though I wake up.
But I’ll never wake up.
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