Your Eyes

Sunday. Draped, wrapped and hushed
Three knocks. I can taste blood
"Good morning". Sleep in my eye
Those next words. It's no suprise

Your eyes
Your Cries
Your smile
"It's fine"

Your trembling I'll soothe with my words
My body not shaken or stirred
Don't judge wrong if I just seem fine
The past knows that it just takes time...

For my hard
Roughened heart
To start
Apart

From your eyes
Your cries
Your smile
Not mine

Our love is not enough



Credits
Writer(s): Scott Brooks
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