Tuesday, April 26, 2011

There is something about the way your eyes move around my face, and then up away to the sky.
They bring me shame, and longing, all in one.
I hope you can see the break in my eyes, that none of this is easy.
That no matter what, I can never hate you.
You'll be apart of my homesickness, of my heart and forever my head.
I already miss you.

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