If you looked into my eyes what would you see?
Empty sockets like a corpse?
A sadness much deeper than the ocean?
Would you see the pieces of my soul sliding down my cheeks as tears?
Then again, it doesn't matter what you see in my eyes.
All that matters is what you'll do after you look into the abyss.
You're the eye witness to my breaking heart.
So, what would you do?
Would you run away?
Deny ever seeing anything?
Or would you stick by my side?
And help me pick up the pieces?
YOU ARE READING
Diary of a Dreamer
PoetryThey say you're a dreamer Cause your eyes are sewn shut And you've got your head in the clouds They say you're like sleeping beauty Never gonna wake up until your knight comes to kiss you But it's been ages and still no sign of that white horse and...
