Saturday, November 7, 2009

Could I just have a gas fueled heart?

I will never feel the same when I look into your eyes.
So captivating, so devine.
A beauty beyond the Texas skies.
Pulling me in with knots intertwined.
So certain am I they are the prize.
So full are they, devouring me with lies.
My heart it cries.
Your eyes will be my demise.

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