I stayed up all night debating which color to paint your eyes,
I know the real ones are painted with nothing but lies,
But this is my own invention of the way they shinned when I first looked into them.
The rest of you was already painted in blue
And water colors to bring out your smile.
But the empty look that your lack of eye color created
Is the exact same way you look at me now,
Colorless and faded,
Just like your love for me.
Should I paint them red, the way my lips were the night you first kissed them
Or should I paint them black just the way you've left my mind?
The truth is, no matter how many times I paint your picture
I can never get it just right.

-E.R