you didn't open your eyes once. you didn't want to see how much i was in love with you. we sat there in the back of your car kissing like there was no tomorrow. but you never once opened your eyes to look at me. you did smile.. with those perfect teeth... your lips parting just enough where i could feel them against my lips. your eyes never opened. i pushed your hair back... maybe you were blinded by the coarse strands of golden brown hair? i pushed and pushed but your eyes never opened. maybe those eyes didn't want to see who they were touching. they just wanted the sensation of the touch. your eyes never opened that night and i never once got to see those glazed brown eyes staring back at me.
Flowers blossom as she opens her eyes. The sky is a radiant blue. Dewdrops glitter in the light, perched on emerald leaves. She does not smile. She does not laugh. She opens her eyes, and they are blank, and they are dull. And they are dead.
The trees boast vibrant foliage. The sun is bright and relentless as laughter and the cries of children waft through the air. She lies on her side, staring out the window, lashes blinking slowly and evenly, and those azure eyes could have been the envy of the world. But they are glazed over, and she watches the world move on without interest.
The sky is on fire. The wind is painted with vivid colors, saffron and burgundy and crimson. The very Earth is alive with a passionate soul. The air is sharp, heralding winter, and the people celebrate while they can. But still she lies there, eyes still blinking slowly and dully. She will not speak a word. She will not make a sound. She will not move a muscle. Her chest does not even lift. But her eyes open, then close, then open again.
Winter has arrived. The trees droop, snow weighing down their branches. The bitter cold keeps everyone indoors. The city is silent, cloaked in white and shades of gray. All sound is muted. A hush has fallen over the world.
The girl blinks. Once. Twice. And moves no more.
For how could her parent have known that she was both mute and blind?
The times where you looked into my eyes, and I did the same, when all time was paused for a moment, I could do nothing but look deep, and see if I could imagine you with me forever. The images were so amazing at first, but when I kept looking, within a couple moments, it seemed that trees were changing colors. Looking into your eyes made me realize, within a few months, you wouldn't even have the same feelings, As I have for you. I know this, because farther down the road, all the trees... were dead.
while I may do you perfectly. the snow angels on gasoline st., did you see them? All of the houses were dripping wet too, one girl with gold laces on her leopard shoes wore red plastic pants; totally soaked to the bone.
to train ourselves to brave the heat of each others' bodies as we awaken in one small bed, one small blanket. the both of us yawn. it's so fun to make waffles but neither of us like to eat preference. I love you to death but prefer to brush my teeth alone- one tooth at a time.
embrace your new t-shirt, even though not everyone enjoys a good show of a flock of crows. hand drawn indie wicker-hipster prints. coffee by the pint. you crack me up like vitrifying glass sheens of the individual bubbles in a bubble bath or the ******, glazed eyes of the monsters' eye while a shark attacks.
creaky sounds of bodies mapped by fingers, tickled tummies rippled by listening to witch house singers. you crack me up, count chocula. It's Saturday, I love to laugh while laying down. everybody's funnier when they're laying on the ground. we toast to ghosts.
luminous lengths of birthday candles
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