Blue eyes.
Yet those eyes were purple, golden, even red;
for those eyes were any colour you wanted them to be.
For those eyes believed what you saw and tried to see the world as you saw it.
The sun shines through those eyes, glinting at you with every emotion ever perceived to be true.
The moon lurks behind those eyes, ready to be noticed when you finally find yourself really looking at her;
Only then realising that not everyone needs the shine of a star to captivate a room.
For the moon will never fail to illuminate you in even the darkest of glooms.
For the moon learns to glimmer in its own alluring way.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
Blue eyes.
Yet those eyes were purple, golden, even red;
for those eyes were any colour you wanted them to be.
For those eyes believed what you saw and tried to see the world as you saw it.
The sun shines through those eyes, glinting at you with every emotion ever perceived to be true.
The moon lurks behind those eyes, ready to be noticed when you finally find yourself really looking at her;
Only then realising that not everyone needs the shine of a star to captivate a room.
For the moon will never fail to illuminate you in even the darkest of glooms.
For the moon learns to glimmer in its own alluring way.
