tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

your eyes-sixty nine

aside from your heart,
there's always this one thing that keeps me from hating you
you know how they say,
beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
in my case,
it's not really it.

your eyes,
it's capable of killing the strongest monsters,
it's color is without a hue,
it's pure and only you

your eyes,
they made me fall
and your eyes,
they assure;
you promised you'd catch me soon,
but I already plan to fall.