Your eyes are the only blue in this desert;
gunslinger eyes, the kind of eyes that quench a dying soul's thirst
and turn nightmares away in the dark.
Behind those eyes is a heart worth a hundred Grails,
a kindred soul shot from Apollo's bow.
And I, broken soldier that I am, for all my courage and all my faith,
dare not stray too close for fear of rejection
or, far more frightening
acceptance.
Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
Your eyes are the only blue in this desert;
gunslinger eyes, the kind of eyes that quench a dying soul's thirst
and turn nightmares away in the dark.
Behind those eyes is a heart worth a hundred Grails,
a kindred soul shot from Apollo's bow.
And I, broken soldier that I am, for all my courage and all my faith,
dare not stray too close for fear of rejection
or, far more frightening
acceptance.
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