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Those Eyes
Lately I’ve been walking with my eyes closed
Waiting for someone to open them up
But no one dares to speak
No one seems to give a fuck
My solitary mind is a prison of mine
I am waiting for someone to fill it with memories
Of long talks and shared cups of hot teas
But don’t leave with guilt in your heart
If your eyes met mine only to depart
I am hopeful and joyful for the next pair
So I can search and seek and discover and stare
Wondering if those eyes will become the eyes I love
With a passion that not even Shakespeare could speak of
When will I meet those eyes that long to meet mine?
With everything about them expressing God’s perfect design
‘Cause my solitary mind is a prison of mine
But I’ve never met those eyes with such a magnificent shine
you don't find the eyes... they find you. But sometimes a little encouragement is needed heh.
They may say it's all part of God's perfect design... but it really all comes down to just you and that other person, and what you decide to do with each other.
Someday though... someone will stare you down, and not turn away, and instead just look for the longest time until it annoys you but you end up grinnin anyway.