"Chica , it's the eyes ...
they never lie"
What a fool to believe that
Your eyes told me stories
whispered sweet nothings into my ears
and told me about a future that will never exist
Your eyes ...
such a dark brown
they remind me of worn leatherback books
and the stained paper of old love letters
Your eyes ...
so special
but I never took the time to appreciate them
I never told you how safe I felt looking at them
And you don't understand the power of your gaze
How could I tell you
that your eyes make lies beautiful ?
You dress them up ...
make them pretty little things ,
only to make a fool out of me .
Your eyes ...
have deceived me a million times
No matter how hard I try not to ...
I will always forgive you
Your eyes
so beautiful to me ...
Darker than my morning coffee
Deeper than the endlessness of my soul
and I forget everything else
when you look at me
I would give anything to look into your eyes
and forgive all of your lies
Just one more chance to appreciate things I didn't before ...
to memorize the exact shade of dark brown
so that I can look at the trees , and remember
just to relive our memories
One
more
time
Your eyes
will forever be my favorite color
will always be the best shade
will always be my weakness
Your eyes
could lie to me for the rest of my life
YOU ARE READING
My Poetry
PoetryPoetry in the life of a 16 year old My journey dealing with BPD , anxiety , love , and life . Not a very helpful book , and not the most beautifully written , but still my own words , all the same .
