His Eyes made me stay
His eyes made me stay. For they didn't understand the decay. He doesn't know the words he heard. He looks as if he sees a bird His his confusion is clear. Cuz now he's looking like a deer. I have a hard choice to make. And it will make my heart ache. Do I choose to stay. Knowing the hell that it will lay. Or do I stay to the promise. And maybe catch some Lepomis. The choice get harder the more I think. As time seems to only move in a blink. I can't have him lose me too. For his sadness is only starting to brew. I know have to be there. Maybe it will be easier to bare. But I will choice the hell. Cause his emotions are a deep well. By: Jason Wilson
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