You have the kind of eyes
that take away
too much of me
the brown of your iris
an inviting entrance
siphoning little pieces
of my entity
inside you
I am rejected
your heart is walled
there is no room
no space
drifting aimless
until I sink, unremembered
into the abyss
of your apathy
tell your eyes
to shut its promise gates
before I have nothing
left
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC
You have the kind of eyes
that take away
too much of me
the brown of your iris
an inviting entrance
siphoning little pieces
of my entity
inside you
I am rejected
your heart is walled
there is no room
no space
drifting aimless
until I sink, unremembered
into the abyss
of your apathy
tell your eyes
to shut its promise gates
before I have nothing
left