Black Eyes
Black Eyes


Black eyes piercing my soul,
Making me hunger for what I can’t have,
Rain falling down into my eyes,
Making me see clearly or making me blind?

Running down an alley looking for him,
His eyes, his lips, his arms,
Running for the man that just walks away,

Yearning for the arms that don’t reach for me,
Black eyes interpose themselves over blue,
Wanting to know what he will think just to see him smile,

Being so clean so innocent,
Just so I can be held unhesitatingly,
So he’ll run his hands through my hair,
To have him tell me all I want to hear.


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