You complained my eyes won't look at you, Insisted they are meant to be seen. I was avoiding you, your sweet squintiness. They darted around, frightened little me. I must avert my eyes when they give me away; You can't know all that I'm hiding, How your you cancelled out my blue. I miss the rain, that warmth, that gray. The clouds grant us a lazy glow. Despite the blonde, the hairy legs You felt the chill and pulled me close. I want the days when we don't need a reason. You will be mine by the rainy season. These big gray eyes now look at you, But you didn't notice, I had to say it. You ignored me when I spoke directly; You truly are a mutt when you're drinking. But my rainbow brought your attention back, Returned you to your Lambert roots. I'm sheepish for that attention now. My new dark hair and occasional shave Are for me alone, but enjoy them, too. I miss the rain, the warm, wet gray. Damn the clouds, we've nothing else to do. I want those days we don't need a reason. You will be mine by the rainy season.
