You’re eyes look like the morning;
golden crevices, red veins,
smoggy clouds chasing
But I only say this because my eyes look like night.
And
when i look at you it burns and repels,
we rub on each other’s edges.
But still you chase my shoelaces,
I ****** at your collar
I’ll never know what it feels like to be expected of
but in a good way I guess
Darkness accumulates where no one can see it
and there my secrets shed and leak from night.
But who can see me when you've made them
Blind.
Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
You’re eyes look like the morning;
golden crevices, red veins,
smoggy clouds chasing
But I only say this because my eyes look like night.
And
when i look at you it burns and repels,
we rub on each other’s edges.
But still you chase my shoelaces,
I ****** at your collar
I’ll never know what it feels like to be expected of
but in a good way I guess
Darkness accumulates where no one can see it
and there my secrets shed and leak from night.
But who can see me when you've made them
Blind.