All Seeing

with these eyes

I’ll chase everything.

Soaring above

sore in the morning

love never came cheap

if it did it wasn’t real

you pay for what you get.

these eyes will want

everything- the way you walk

turns heads

and you’ll never pay them a dime

the way your words capture my ears

my eyes feel

jealousy.

I can’t stand when you are not here

the bed doesn’t seem as comfortable

the love is never as pure

as satisfying

never as sore in the morning

soaring above- searching

the third eye- searching

perched on your door step

ringing the doorbell