Ragged running, too many cooks in a misshapen kitchen.
We don’t fit.
Throwing our words back.
This isn’t working.
Others are owning the stage.
Then, there’s me and you.
Ragged running and losing my patience.
Wide brown eyes meet my blue.
Our gaze is dancing within the circus
Hostility halts in your smiling eyes.
Restore.
I’m Reborn.
Your eyes smile.
I catch you smirking.
You pretend to be flat.
I know you’re round and full.
Bring me into your whole, let me enjoy what’s making your eyes twinkle.
Ragged running, too many cooks.
In this space, it’s just us two,
your smiling eyes and smirking mouth.
Dawning Creations 
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