Loitering

Loitering



Your eyes staring into the distance Leave me melting and wondrous over the emptiness, I wish I could fill them with mine, Touch them, to feel the pain, or understand the sadness, the disappointment. If your eyes could speak to me, I think I'd know what lays behind them, I'm sure I do. There are so many things I'd say to you, But you give me no permit, I'd suffer the fine for loitering, If I thought they were words you'd hear, And loitering around your mind, wouldn't hurt you.


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