Tote

When you look into my eyes,
my heart crawls up my throat.
A feeling that will never die.

Do you see my endless cries,
you always seem to make me choke
when you look into my eyes.

like something something that will never fly,
reeling from my aching choke,
when you look into my eyes.

The pain i know never subsides,
stuck inside your locked up tote,
a feeling that will never die.

Wrecked and wronged by aching skies,
fleeing from my burdened boat,
when you look into my eyes.
A feeling that will never die.