Stream's eyes

This streams eye been jaded
Made callous and soon be faded
Of which I knew by the books in your faces that your ex gone.
I can read through your literary retina White lies and alibis
But you don't need to pretend as Sadducees

Your swimmers took from you a break
If you're still standing I can filled up the space
Let the bygones be part,
and yesteryears troubles you felt away in dart

Else I should know where I could stand
Amidst your heart or your sour gland
Just wanted you to let go and give me your chance
Promised to treat you as prizes
I will pay some new sacrifices
And I will likely be on your time pictures
A lovely suitors.