Those plain simple eyes
The glass that borders up my soul, letting me see out but no one seeing in. the glass that protects my soul is plain its painted with the simplest of browns and the most basic of hues. reflections of the onlookers.
Pools of brown lie in the glass petrified forever blank. glazed over with shards of mirrors.
When you look into my eyes you see the worst part of me and tell me to smile.
What lies beyond these mahogany eyes will forever be mine and mine alone.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 9:13 PM UTC
Those plain simple eyes
The glass that borders up my soul, letting me see out but no one seeing in. the glass that protects my soul is plain its painted with the simplest of browns and the most basic of hues. reflections of the onlookers.
Pools of brown lie in the glass petrified forever blank. glazed over with shards of mirrors.
When you look into my eyes you see the worst part of me and tell me to smile.
What lies beyond these mahogany eyes will forever be mine and mine alone.