Eyes like an open window.
Beauty like stained glass.
I look into your eyes
They long to tell me truths.
But your lips only spill a sly ruse.
Stolen in a moment of encapsulation.
Innocent for the entire duration.
Trust running down your face.
Eye liner that can't be undone.
Murky distaste what happened to all that grace.
Telling the truth can be tough.
Everything you are just isn't enough.
May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
Eyes like an open window.
Beauty like stained glass.
I look into your eyes
They long to tell me truths.
But your lips only spill a sly ruse.
Stolen in a moment of encapsulation.
Innocent for the entire duration.
Trust running down your face.
Eye liner that can't be undone.
Murky distaste what happened to all that grace.
Telling the truth can be tough.
Everything you are just isn't enough.
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