Like pearls,
glazed with feigned indifference.
Lessons learned, turned remedial -
the man I thought I was, wished to be
now
wanting to run, hide.
Emotions vexed, in disbelief
Flat irises, venomed lips, cold shouldered still.
*Was it all worth the guilt?
Our sin?*
Your eyes are still everything to me:
whether bright or hazed,
Through any color, nuance and shade
weathered expression or freshly made,
Your eyes are the pools I'm in,
the very world that you can't peer through
or see within.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
Like pearls,
glazed with feigned indifference.
Lessons learned, turned remedial -
the man I thought I was, wished to be
now
wanting to run, hide.
Emotions vexed, in disbelief
Flat irises, venomed lips, cold shouldered still.
*Was it all worth the guilt?
Our sin?*
Your eyes are still everything to me:
whether bright or hazed,
Through any color, nuance and shade
weathered expression or freshly made,
Your eyes are the pools I'm in,
the very world that you can't peer through
or see within.
