His eyes. i could get lost in them. crawl in them and never come out. they gaze in mine with such sincerity and such comfort. i never want to shut mine. i might miss the the laughter flowing threw them like an ocean his eyes tell a story that nobody knows pain that nobody feels covered up by guilt of knowing his own eyes cause such heart break on people like me. willing and gullible, blond and not to the point. just how he likes them... somehow times have changed and his eyes linger straight threw me as tho i'm made of dust they never look into mine any more his soul doesn't seem intact it makes mine bleed with sorrow. his eyes are so dead. his body is so tired. his spirit has hit rock bottom. sometimes i wonder if hes human enough to cry. to feel grief or regret.sometimes i wonder if he thinks about me in the way i do.. then i remember i tend to get my hopes up.. his eyes. his eyes cant read all the scars neatly printed across my body.. nobody can..
