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
