Can't Forget those Golden Eyes, or those Golden Lies.

The sun pools down from the sky,
flashing light onto your face,
flaring your golden eyes to life.
Smile touches your lips,
hold my breath,
chest turns tight.
Didn't see you coming,
and now that you're here,
couldn't even begin to think of you away.
Held me in your arms,
tight embrace,
made me feel safe,
kissed my brow softly,
ran nimble fingers through my hair,
whispered things about how we fit,
about how it all felt right.
The air,
the night,
the girl leaning on your chest.
Told me to forget about all the rest;
the past,
the now,
that boy that broke my heart.
Told me that this would be my fresh start.
Then we took a week,
college break,
went home,
talked when we got the chance.
Came back and...
what the hell just happened?
Now everytime I see you,
the sparkle in your eyes is gone;
like you drifted away.
But you keep looking back,
keep giving me hope,
telling me that you're just busy,
that you miss me.
Now the whispered words are ones that I can't believe,
are they truth?
Or are you lying to me?
My body feels tired and week,
drained.
Can't feel my heart drum out its beat.
Their golden,
the things you say,
I believed you every step of the way.
I'm just now starting to change my mind,
because,
Everytime I see you,
you've got something else to do.
Worked for a while but now...
I want to tell you to screw,
but these feelings that I have won't go away.
You've hypnotized me and I can't forget,
the words on your lips,
or the way that you felt,
the way that your hair wisps in the wind...
Now all that I get is a few meesly texts,
and I'm about sick of it,
that I feel week in my knees,
and not in the way that one usually means.
Can't make up my mind;
stay,
or leave you behind...
Do I keep giving it tries?
Or just say goodbye?
I'm tired of advise,
to dulled by repeating and keeping up,
of holding onto what was there,
though it's soaring away.
Keep turning around and changing your mind.
Keep holding me back,
then helping me fly.
I wish that you would just open up those golden eyes,
see what's in front of you,
what you're about to lose...
maybe then we can both begin to choose.