Those dirt brown eyes under dirty dark hair
shine with sorrow too familiar
tempting the recurring call, "Are you okay?",
expecting the liar's refrain
of those dirt brown eyes above pillow lips
coyly dancing in midnight dreams,
inviting daytime slumbers, hot fierce and free.
The delicious liar's refrain,
those dirt brown eyes plead, singing songs of hope
~~droning against the city's noise
a cacophony of lust and delusion~~
this bittersweet liar's refrain.
Sweet liar's refrain, keep humming
your comforting everyday delusions
~~sunset to sunrise to sunset~~
with pillow lips, dirty dark hair, and (yes)
those dirt brown eyes.