Nickesha
Your eyes, gosh! Your eyes
Gashes everywhere like night, set ablaze
By a thousand peonies, a little boy
Looking up the Retreat Mountain saw,
And fancies since then could see the soul
Of cold ambition's fire burning
In your thousand silences, a bold
Driving of you just like your mother
To dashing flights of light
By any means necessary.
Your eyes burn from your belly up
Like Abraham knowing hope
Was not the spilt milk in the cup
So I catching your flight
Beg you do not scream again
War is part of the pain of growng up
Of separating flights, keep it silent
And wth your strength
I will lift you up. Love never relents
Even when your eyes are not penitent.
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