I craved a different eye color
I called my eye color a deep endless ocean
That if I stared in too deeply in,
Would swallow me whole.
People used to stare in my eyes
And get lost when I stared back at them full force
So I learned to go cross eyed,
So no one could look me in the eye
And get lost like I did
For being called strange
Is far better then being called pretty
Or being unable to leave this place because I am held captive by my own
Eyes.
My eyes hold secrets I'd rather not tell,
For my mind as glen far
And taken a stroll
Far down the rabbit whole.
My eyes hold secrets I'd rather not tell,
For my mind is a place of shadows,
Shadows that dance to their own music, no one else can hear,
And they dance to their own madness and call it beautiful chaos, and I'm inclined to agree.
My mind is darkness, yet my blonde tresses give me an appearance of light.
Who am I to tell people that my outer shell is not who I am?
When I have chosen to keep up a wall of faux sunshine around my heart
And a whole mind full of light made just for show.
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A Book of Poems
PoetryA small book of poems that I will be updating from time to time. This just a small place where I can put the weird words that jumble together in my brain down some place so they may leave my mind alone once more. I will try to update my other story...
