If I Look Into Your Eyes...
A Night I Cried Myself to Sleep
If I look into your eyes,
Will it all get better?
Will you just grab all my shattered pieces and put them all together?
If I look into your eyes,
will time go by faster?
With just one blink,
will have we lived, but have not enjoyed?
If I look into your eyes,
will you be true?
That even with all my defects and errors,
and with one look into your eyes will you grab my hand and stand beside me through everything?
If only I could look into your eyes one more time...
Just one last time...
If only I could.
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Artem Javani
There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.
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