Eyes Through Eyes

He says my eyes are pretty but now I am confused 'cause' pretty things are petty only picked up to be used. And though my eyes do seem to take in all his gleam I can not help the wonder seeing self in ways unseen. If but myself I am not me the anti-opi-destiny to fear outside while inside I do hide and time bide to see myself in but a mirror made of see through glass such a fusion of my feelings make I such an intelligent ass even to the bone is thrown by sign of hot or cold my emotions and what seems to be unspoken, ohh so bold but As the ice grows and movement slows The warmth is there to match, melting, freezing to this perfect system someone please open a hatch let some inward wind blow let some come that I'll know Look, to you I do go Without vain, and with trust look to me with more than lust but longing for the care that's there if not in your eyes, to your surprise, from someone else's eyes