Dark Smile, Hazel Eyes

What if I wanted to break...what if I already have The scattered pieces of my farce of a heart have retracted, signed the lease of residency returning by magnets to me, the magnets of sadness when all I want is as sappy as it seems pure love Tell me, an open question, what on earth was I wishing for when I asked for gray skies and new eyes or maybe the question should be 'Why was I too selfish in my endeavors to even bother to thank the universe for every wish that it brought me' A riddle no need to ponder when I know the response my wishes, at least the ones I thought were best became a disaster, brought me nothing but misery in truth, it was just a wish on star from a boy who wanted more a little more out of life, more than what he has so henceforth spills another monologue to my growing sense of Melancholy What was I hoping for in pursuit to break and break my right hand through the repetition of my fist upon brick at the time a sweet, sweet release to the tense stress eating my countenance, my composure though in all honesty I should've known what I pursue always vanishes into oblivion a door I always lose the keys to She denies me entry, forbids access with dark allusive eyes forbidding, treacherous smile What have I been waiting for my whole life for this absurd shyness, the quiet to cease and subside for the rain to cascade and turn me into a portrait a portrait of beauty and attraction since I find myself a nuisance, a creep, a sculpture without sense, an impossibility for one chance to write my own history turn a simple fantasy into reality What's off in the distance the same sunset I wish for her to see if only she'd sit atop this lonely rooftop and see my universe well at through my eyes since we're only guests, not permanent residences in each other lives Is it so wrong I want her to take a look at my world not dare shut her eyes to see behind my mistakes, my flaws to know things only get better All that glimmers isn't golden but regardless she's a precious gem I, a lowly mineral but with pressure I won't become a diamond just preconstructed rust I'm but selfish and want her all to myself it's a dream to make real but that dream came true already I just want a redo for she severed my head, my limbs, stole my heart so now I lay here, a scarecrow attacked by crows begging for this door I can't get open to fall on me and just see me for me