Fly Away
August third, little bird
shouldn't I be gone by now?
I must have lost my charm by now.
Withered all infatuation away.
I should've kept my distance, dear,
but your smile made heaven oh, so near
and
my heart I let it's armor down
to hand it straight to you.
I gave it up too easily
and now this love is lost on me.
Goodbye,
goodbye,
goodbye,
just please,
leave me safely
by myself.
Wide Eyed and hopeless
If my eyes could open wider
then maybe I would see.
Through the filtered haze
of bluer eyes
maybe i'd see green.
Not just rushing fields of loneliness
from windows of passing trains
who never steer off their tracks
or come long enough to stay.....
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