I’ve put my coffee cup on to the table,
right as I look into your eyes,
they’re shining hazel,
but are waepons of hurt in disguise.

Tell me, my dear, do you want to know how I could tell?
Well, we’re not that different from the outisde.
Yes, I might be shy while you’re outgoing well,
but I know that look, that look that hides.

All these emotions, tiredness and exhaustion,
My love, your grin is not what you’re feeling, right?
I’m your wishing well, you can ask me any question,
but beware, you’ve got only until tonight.

© Dorothea.S

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