I Want to Be Lost

I had seen the look before.

She had borrowed lost eyes.

Because after I put things down that I’m holding in my hand.

After I fell for you.

Someone else may as well enjoy them.

Because they were lost.

To me. Because I was so stoned.


On the loud of you. 

And I would not sell for all the gold that exists.

I want to be lost.

Ready or not…

I see you returned those eyes.



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