things I have been thinking about
I don't know
She knew my past,
as she looked into my future.
She had a magic about that kind of stuff.
But what did she see in my eyes?
Was it herself the last time she was in love?
Or was it herself crying as I left.
It's hard seeing someone else's truth.
Sometimes it's a stranger's gift,
Other times, it's the years of togetherness or rift.
Then, it may only last a second, a thrilling night, or firmly forever.
What will I see in your eyes?
as she looked into my future.
She had a magic about that kind of stuff.
But what did she see in my eyes?
Was it herself the last time she was in love?
Or was it herself crying as I left.
It's hard seeing someone else's truth.
Sometimes it's a stranger's gift,
Other times, it's the years of togetherness or rift.
Then, it may only last a second, a thrilling night, or firmly forever.
What will I see in your eyes?
