This time.

Those kind eyes are warmer than the light through the trees; they know me, they melt me, they see. 

You kiss my hair, intertwine our hands, tell the truth and we talk all night. I don’t need a crowbar to get into your head. You lay it on the table and show me the cards instead.

You fit so perfectly into my puzzle piece, I missed you, and you’ve missed me. You’ve changed and are proving it to me. 

You are cool waters that cool my soul. I fall into you to quell my embers and coal.

Your brown eyes melt into mine and things seem different this time. 


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