by Alfonzo Bonofozi

Created on: December 12, 2009

Your eyes run like waterfalls,
Your words cut to the bone.
Your eyes pierce my heart, my dear.
Today, what is wrong?
You pour your heart out to me here,
Until my glass is full.
I drink this like it’s water
But it’s a bunch of bull.

My heart is breaking for you.
And here’s my chance to fall.
I choke on what you give me
My backs against the wall
I am falling under water.
What’s the point at all?
To swim up to the service.
If I’m not your number one.

My eyes run like faucets,
My words fall like the rain.
My eyes are so soft and sad.
I’ll tell you what is wrong.
My heart is like a target
And you are Robin Hood
You know where to shoot me
And it is no where good.

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