His hazel eyes,
gave me hell
made me question
my right to dwell

Hazel eyes
looked at me
made me want things
that can never be

Hazel eyes
hold my own
filled with secrets
I can never own

Hazel eyes
make me scream
tears flow
like a stream

Hazel eyes
know me too well
they know everything
they put me under a spell

Hazel eyes
should not be trusted
they have killed
a part of me
a deadly sin

if i cup your face
in my hands
and gaze at you
intently
will the thousand
truths
you keep
hidden
be openly displayed

Cloaked in anonimity she walks the halls
Cloaked in solitude and an aura that repels
She walks in heels, clipping the wooden floor
She is an enigma, she is known, she is the girl that no one knows
Knowing her is a privilege, it means she acknowledges you
You, look at the long hair dyed to hide, her lips painted to entice and repel.

The blood red lips, black hair, heels and sneers, cloak her
Talk to her and she may answer, she may just walk on
Ignoring the occasional stare she melts into herself
*****, is whispered, she inwardly smiles, searching for a face
She wants to be new. She wants to be herself.
She wants to be alone, she wants to be in a group
She wants to be somewhere new.
She wants to be with him, but, she never will
She knows the meaning of being lonely
It's her cloak.