through your eyes

there’s no telling with you,

one moment you’re perfectly fine and cutting up,

the next moment everything is a tumbling mess,

there’s no telling with you,

sometimes i would like to look through your eyes,

just to see what it’s like,

what’s running through your mind, since you will not talk,

i’m not a “speak now” kind of person, so i’m ready whenever you are,

always here, always present,
sometimes scared, always listening.

Nessa πŸ–€

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