I look into them, delicate as glass
As if merely a mirror that shimmers
From which I see your fiery passion
I warm comforting touch to compliment such a moment
Peering into the gateway of the soul
I see the flames dimmer
Yet through the fire I still see the depression
As you try to grasp what I meant
Once a simple husk,
Never more such a woe
Jun 19, 2017
Jun 19, 2017 at 8:33 PM UTC
I look into them, delicate as glass
As if merely a mirror that shimmers
From which I see your fiery passion
I warm comforting touch to compliment such a moment
Peering into the gateway of the soul
I see the flames dimmer
Yet through the fire I still see the depression
As you try to grasp what I meant
Once a simple husk,
Never more such a woe
The Eyes of course
