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Eyes

Dream of a world,
Where there is peace.
No girls,
That admit to defeat.

You can walk on water,
Not worrying of drowning.
You can open your locker,
And look around see no one frowning.

I walk up to you.
I study your face.
I can see if your blue,
Or feel out of place.
I look into your eyes.
Somehow I'm suprised,
You haven't seen in yet.
You haven't seen the best,
Of me.


It's a dream,
Or a nightmare,
For which you don't wake.
I feel like a vampire,
Getting stabbed with a stake.
Why can't you look into my eyes,
And see I love you?

Dream of a world,
Filled with war.
See a dead girl,
And be dead poor.

A million things,
Happen at once.
You have to see,
The best of me.

I walk up to you.
I study your face.
I can see if your blue,
Or feel out of place.
I look into your eyes.
Somehow I'm suprised,
You haven't seen in yet.
You haven't seen the best,
Of me.


It's a dream,
Or a nightmare,
For which you don't wake.
I feel like a vampire,
Getting stabbed with a stake.
Why can't you look into my eyes,
And see I love you?


Think about love.
Think about death.
You'll see a dove,
On your last breath.

Wake me with a kiss,
So, I can see your eyes,
With such bliss,
Before I die.

Listen to my fairytale,
Before I leave,
Before I go to Yale.

I walk up to you.
I study your face.
I can see if your blue,
Or feel out of place.
I look into your eyes.
Somehow I'm suprised,
You haven't seen in yet.
You haven't seen the best,
Of me.


It's a dream,
Or a nightmare,
For which you don't wake.
I feel like a vampire,
Getting stabbed with a stake.
Why can't you look into my eyes,
And see I love you?


I can see,
You don't love me,
But can you stop,
The Dreams, The Nightmares?

There's something inside of me,
I can't hide from.
It's my fate,
But I'm too late.

Dream of the possibilities,
Of you and me.

Look into my eyes.
Think twice.
What do you think?
About me?
Now.

Copyright © Mackenzie Brooke | Year Posted 2011

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