I love you, she said
I know, he replied sleepily
Lost in each other's eyes
she has a nose piercing
and those green eyes.
i'll never forget how they shake uncontrollably
the sound of her voice has
my stomach lifted by the tornado in my head
and all i can do is
stutter and blush.
like those green eyes
Her eyes were like a color by number.
Everywhere she stood they'd turn a different shade of brown.
Naturally they shone a different color soon as the sun would find them.
But this color was hard to describe.
Watching the sun paint them with a splash of yellow.
I'd just stand and stare. Often time it was hard to speak after seeing such a thing.
The effect it took on me, often inviting me in to have a drink.
Nestled in a chair to hear a story or two.
How they just seemed to come alive, her eyes.
Inebriated by the conversations we'd have.
She'd put a hand to her brow to block the sun from shining too bright.
I'd forget how sad they were at times, her eyes.
Taken by the stories they tell about her dreams. The excitement that filled them, Talking about the places she'd love to go.
Big and bright. Full of curiosity, her eyes.
If I could let her inside of me and give her the same box of crayons that she's given me.
I wonder if she'd color me in different colors.
Or just the same variation of different colors just as her eyes have colored me.
In God's eyes being a kid
is how he knows when
you're ready to come home
but in your eyes being myself
ain't gonna win the first place trophy on the shelf
you think I'm not ready you think it's gonna take too long
By the time you ever come around
you'll be looking for me in an empty town
you said I'd stay, but you were wrong
In God's eyes I am who I am
I am the best that I've ever been
so when you do come back around, I'd be long gone
the soft whisperings in between
the shy little stares I'd seized before
you look the other way
clingy as it seems
but I hope
I didn't make you feel any less awkward
when we fueled our tummies at diners
and I asked you to sit by my side
I just liked it better that way
when our thighs kept playing tag under table wraps
kinda seem a little pathetically cheerless now
when I come by and asked the same middle-aged waiter,
"table for one, please?"
while he rummaged through my eyes, seeking
like something's missing
drops of honeydew melon,
and soft summer kisses
powdered lemon pastries,
and late evening embraces
and gingerbread spices
and stories exchanged
and silent nights
cider that burns,
and the eyes of a stranger
did feelings fade,
are you letting go
tell me my love,
for only you know.
At first sight, everyone just sees darkness.
They see emptiness, black and an unsettled mystery of abyss.
But when I look, all I see is you.
I can’t see it for what it is.
Out there, there is starlight, the moon, and gases that pierce the black.
There's the sun, lending them all its light, keeping them there for our view.
And though these many things are only small fragments of the space they fill,
They all remind me of you.
Piece by piece, they build up a world, a wonderment, an image not purely seen by many.
And though it is everlasting, many simply do not care.
Oblivious, they just take everything for face value.
But I know it's there.
As a child I often wondered what was out there.
I always imagined a never-ending, bottomless chasm that stretched out too far to see.
I thought of a stillness, and lifeless world.
Right above me.
But now I know it's darker than the nature I once thought.
There are black holes that swallow the light.
There are unknown entities hiding in the shadows.
And you just linger in the twilight.
And the distance between that darkness, and myself,
Is filled up with realities and dreams.
But when I look up at you, you break me from that endless loop.
And, inside, my heart beams.
Because within that darkness,
I don’t see the same dark, empty mystery that others do.
I see a world full of hopes and dreams, my Heaven, my heart.
I see you.
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