This is the way that I see you
Through tinted hues of red and blue
Behind thick panes that mask the truth.
I only see things through this glass
Warped and patterned; I can't see past
To blurry faces changing fast.
If one day these bright blue panes broke
Would I find that you truly glow
When free from dark, translucent tones?
Or would I realize you don't dance
When warped panes do not take you hands?
But reality deserves a chance.
