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
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