I told you
He hates me now
My facade fell down
He hates me
He glares at me now
He told me he hates me
With his eyes
Cold as Ice
As mad as fire
But even he has a personality
Why can't I?
Eyes of ice
At least that's something.
No one wants to talk to someone with
No eyes at all
Eyes of a cats
The ones that
Change
Her eyes
Show me her soul
And she is broken
His eyes
Show the eyes of a child's
A child that's seen
And a child that hasn't.
Eyes of gold
Eyes of a ocean
Eyes of fire
Eyes of a cat's
But
The eyes of the dark show none.
Because there is none.
YOU ARE READING
It's a Sometimes thing
PoesiaA collection of poems I've written that span over many years. They are pretty depressive so please read with caution.
