I can feel your eyes.
You blue eyes.
Those eyes the same, i see the world behind that mask.
The jade and glass forming my casket.
Behind your eyes i see the world.
And when i look away, if only for a moment, i become blind.
Your eyes they've made me blind.
The sharp daggers of your love tearing a hole in my heart, jutting towards the sky, yet buried deep. Yet your eyes, yes your eyes.
Such a deep blue, full of vibrance and lust.
Your heart has opened, and I know that it will stay open, and you will keep cutting me. with those daggers of yours. Maybe thats love, knowing you will never push your daggers too deep, but will never take them out. A kind of somber sobriety appears in your eyes. Those eyes that hold the world for me. Those eyes that show me your heart. Those eyes that hold the daggers. Those eyes full of lust.
I can feel your eyes. (And i never want to let go.)
-- just typed what came out. didn't really bother with a rhyme scheme or format. maybe next time. --
