from her stagnant eyes i fail to stand.
over the mountain top from where her beauty lands.
i fail to seek what others have.
cause i know she was full of the word "love".
too soon was too far and too deep was too shallow.
there wasn't any signs but the flight of a white crow.
it was too mischevous to follow.
too dark to see if everything that i felt was hollow.
held in confusion my thoughts are ripped apart.
inside this cage of love my heart gambles its part.
knowing why or how or when is ending going to draw a new art.
it's like the art of madness was put on the cart.
was it her hair or the tone of her voice?.
as a being inlove i am only but a novice.
her beauty was captivating , but her feelings was cold as ice?.
but what i really don't know is what i like about her eyes.
