August 30, 2011

Green Eyes (August 30, 2011)

Green eyes, care to show me what those hide?
What scars, what stories, what lurks behind.
Mind reading’s easy, I do it all the time.
Body reading even easier, I see how you respond to mine.
But your soul, your dirty, fragmented, charming soul
That remains a mystery no matter how long I stare.
Funny to think I just met you, and here I am
Watching the waves crash emerald and linger on me
Watching you tilt your head and see chestnut curtain obscure your face
Testing me, testing if I can take the absence of your eyes
I push your hair back, giving in, and you smile
You smile as I gaze into the deepest of greens.

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