Quiet Eyes

Foolish, so very foolish
Head downcast, limbs weightless
Damn that forehead crease

He said, she said nonsense
Things unspoken
Rust and not-quite tears

Convictions and regret
Don’t do no good
Yet they linger

Take me away
Take me away on an elk
And give me rosewater.

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