Beneath ice blue eyes,
Antarctic seawater
conceals magma emotions.
Your lingering eyes
are lost within
a garnet soul
and
a glass heart.
So beautiful and so callous,
you walked past
those lingering eyes
that could have loved you.
Poetry | Stories | Photography
Beneath ice blue eyes,
Antarctic seawater
conceals magma emotions.
Your lingering eyes
are lost within
a garnet soul
and
a glass heart.
So beautiful and so callous,
you walked past
those lingering eyes
that could have loved you.
Caught by your soft eyes,
those eyes tell no lies.
You fight the truth within the mirror,
Your eyes see who you are much clearer.
Caught by the way your soul cries,
Your bleeding heart slowly dies.
You fight a true love growing dearer,
the touch of a heart coming nearer.
Caught by your love for grey skies,
tear-stained soul resists, it dies.
You are near to her,
You can now hear her.
Caught by her crystal blue eyes,
A vision in blue, those eyes.
You rid yourself of all the lies,
lost forever within her eyes.
a silent glance
we meet
a slight smile
you fidget
a soft red flush
I stir awhile
a sharp longing
eyes meet
as
we both
fall into
the fire
of love
her eyes
are full of
starlight,
set
amongst
the grey.