All seeing eye that sees through a thin line.
You already have yours and I already have mine.
Setting fire giving chills to your bone.
How do you expect to see your own gravestone?
Imagine you are finding your long lost love.
A magic that does the trick from up above
Thinking all the things that you've been done.
Figured all night that she might be the one.
Looking for forgiveness across the universe.
As you dig deeper only to find that things just got worse.
Sleepless nights with quotes written on the glass.
Those eye bags represent the middle-class.
Tell me everything will be just fine.
Amuse me with stories over a bottle of wine.
As we grow old and secrets burden in our spines.
Your love is illogical, it's magical.
Sunday, June 18, 2017
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