I'm not good in arts Never hit the bull-eye In a game of darts But mine eyes can be arty Especially when dissapointed, by the one I'm hearting If my thoughts were painting(s), vivid they would be Above everything...
The mirror never lies and I've tested this And everything on it I can see my bliss See the reflection of my tears, the point is My mirror never lies
Beauty is in the eye(s) of the beholder, but as you grow older You will know that there's no order in this A diamond is a diamond to me, but just a stone to you Yes its true
Mine eyes are arty I know this is confusing but, the celestial environment I dwell in Just took over these thoughts and blew me away So now I say, try and surf my wave I'm far away from the normal state I'm calm, I'm rough, I'm tumbling Call me a high tide, I'm reaching for the zenith Cause in it, I find myself Growing floral thoughts
This mirror is creative, or is it my eyes Cause I see myself wading And everybody, waving As if I'm leaving All along I've been creating a lake with mine eyes These none **** brown eyes Have created a lake of tears Tears of joy
Man my eyes are arty
Abstract thought of the eyes being arty, and cretive. And the mirror is the reflector of the occurance. Tears of joy can lead to Celestial thoughts.