Lying Eye Sea

Lying Eye Sea short poem

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I’m lost in your eyes
Like a ship lost at sea
Your lips must be a compass
Because they’re guiding me

To the treasure
Better than gold
I wonder how this will unfold
I wonder how you will unfold

To the pleasures in disguise
That bell ringing `
I’ve won my prize

When it’s taken
I’m mistaken
You’ve awaken
I’m not your bride

How you love to change the story
How you love to change the game
And it’s me who has to say sorry
And it’s me who takes the shame,and the blame
And has to reclaim what I still have left
As it’s burned, and taken away
The worse ones always pretend to be the prey

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