Your hazel eyes,
Lament into mine
Drinking the never ending string of lies -Solidified in your conscious
There's an aura, your eyes burning with desire, something nauseous ;
And you brim with it,
Like full on pastel
And they spritz out at me
And I'm inflamed -
There's a heat,
Wild and untamed
The colour of your soul - colouring mine;
I see your eyes, lies
But yet they shine
Oh how they shine.
And yet it deems,
From a corner
At times,
With a numbing sheet
So illusionary
It's the Hades,
Lurking-
Shrouded by sunny beams.
But your eyes
They're not a legend
They're not a myth
They're magic
I looked into them
Only to get blinded
Yet I look -
Oh how tragic.
- Major creds for collaboration go to nonoWHY
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A Book Of Stars And Dreams
PoetryExploring the world with the dreams and eyes of a gloomy teen boy. Dreams are special, nobody can share yours.
