it was sometime in april
when i discovered that your eyes
held galaxies and worlds
within a treacherous sea of green;
and that was when i knew
i was hopelessly lost
in the irises of your eyes
and you were lost
in mine

but now it's a frigid december day
and my heart still quivers
when i hear the sound of your name,
it's cold days like these
when i ponder upon the truth
i'm still lost in your eyes
but it's so pointless
and so lonely,
so tragic
because you've found your way out
and you're no longer lost in mine