Your Beautiful eyes, they can look right through me.
There is no lying when you don’t use words.
Still secrets can be passed in silence.
You weaken me, the only thing that can cut right to my core.
I may be a rock, but you used to erode me in beauty.
You were a sculptor.
You were a vision.
You were inspiration.
Now you are a diamond, harder than any stone cutting anything you wish,
But so beautiful, that you put envy in every eye.
A diamond made by the rough in which you are found.
You shine like a star that can never be touched.
But that is why I prefer the night sky.
Jun 12, 2011
Jun 12, 2011 at 10:28 PM UTC
Your Beautiful eyes, they can look right through me.
There is no lying when you don’t use words.
Still secrets can be passed in silence.
You weaken me, the only thing that can cut right to my core.
I may be a rock, but you used to erode me in beauty.
You were a sculptor.
You were a vision.
You were inspiration.
Now you are a diamond, harder than any stone cutting anything you wish,
But so beautiful, that you put envy in every eye.
A diamond made by the rough in which you are found.
You shine like a star that can never be touched.
But that is why I prefer the night sky.
