All the fear her love would bring :: songs and prose

minnie

She had the yellow eyes of opal moons,
so full of love,
how could she see?
He thought he’d drown in them,
so he set sail,
gracefully she dreamed him free.

The Indian Ocean washed him on her shore,
flat backed on a dirt packed floor,
one eye on the door.
You’re ten thousand miles away,
as the birds fly,
and you want to die,
because you let her go,
you say,
you say.”

It is hard to re-open memories and see them for what they really are. It is hard not to see them as tragic, or beautiful, isn’t it? The look backwards of yesterday tends to make everything seem so much bigger than life. But really, all of it was just arms and oceans, promises and lies, and a more naive version of me, the one who believed she knew you so very well.

I never really knew you at all, and I was someone you were so quick to just let go.

Yellow Eyes :: Minnie Driver

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