E Y E S
I might as well call it perseids
because your eyes persuade me magic exists.
Mother nature nestles in your eyes
as stars collide
within your iris's.
Your eyelashes bat
As I wish I was in your field of vision.
I wish through your eyes I could see decision.
I wish looking me at me once wasn't enough and you needed revision.
Your eyes transport me to the unknown.
Because behind those strands of green
I don't know where is home.
I only know colour burts and it's intense.
Your eyelids keep treasure behind a gentle fense.
The only thing that can capture that gaze is the past tense.
I wish I could drown in pools of green,
As they reel me in.
But I always forget to drop an anchor
And loose myself within.
My eyes have fallen for yours again and again.
Yet it's my heart that can never get enough.
You make moving on
extremely rough.
~Your eyes speak to me, even when you don't
~Pools of silk and delicacy you can't have can hurt just as much as sandpaper
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PoetryS P O N T A N E O U S P O E T R Y Some words are aesthetic, Others, Are wild... A collection of random poetry, on a variety of different topics I hope you will enjoy. Some are as pretty as gold and the petals of a rose, but others sting...
