Runaway Love


The sun is high as I ride by those eyes

Those eyes
black and white and black.

I met her eyes, those eyes
were looking into mine just the night before.

And in the black,
we moved together.

Now her she is.
I look down as she looks up at me.
The hot sun against the black.

I can not tell.
Neither can she.

We'll meet at midnight
those eyes
black and white and black.

And in the black,
we moved together.

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