Imagine a strong hand,
Delicately placed in yours...

They call her "bright eyes"
Purity that lives within...

He's a man, with an innocent face
Hiding behind, a manic man's place...

Emotions gone rapid
She stands lonely, despaired...

Eyes of the sea,
Soft and kind...

I desire another life,
In which nobody is fake...

The big hand makes it's way,
To the number two...

Skin like clay,
Eyes sealed tight...

Your words said little,
But your eyes said it all...

Cold as winter,
Bright as day...

An endless search,
For a beacon of hope...

A feeling beyond your understanding.
Mixed emotions, heart is pounding...