When I look at you
Through teary eyes
If I squint, I can see a shimmering glint to no surprise
And mystical magic feels as though it fills the air
From that rich smile that you wear
Where there are no witnesses I stop and stare;
Prisoner to the product of this poems despair
In this fantasy land, sadness is pushed down in the wake of your presence
Where I'm reminded of the true gold outside of this emotional warfare.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 7:07 PM UTC
When I look at you
Through teary eyes
If I squint, I can see a shimmering glint to no surprise
And mystical magic feels as though it fills the air
From that rich smile that you wear
Where there are no witnesses I stop and stare;
Prisoner to the product of this poems despair
In this fantasy land, sadness is pushed down in the wake of your presence
Where I'm reminded of the true gold outside of this emotional warfare.