Through my eyes
I see these four blunt walls,
Through my eyes
The ticking sounds of the indigo clocks-
Lull me into a deep sleep.
Through my eyes
Azure aquariums flood the serenity of the place
The scenery of it-
Through my eyes
Psychedelic day dreams take over,
Watch the room turn upside down
As we are suspended into the monochromatic sky
Of multihued aromatic fuchsia-
A thin array of magenta shooting stars,
Like a needle in a hay sack
Explode, producing a handful of fiery fireworks.
The bubble of the fluffy clouds reminiscent of cotton candy -bursts-
Down pouring sticky, dewy strawberry rain.
Through my eyes
I paint the most vivid portrait
In the most complex and intricate shades,
With Van Goph and Da Vinci in mind.
You'll be instantly colour-blinded-
You are not immune to my perplexing tints of colours.
I'll measure your conceited arrogance,
With your aura of pitch black-
Through my eyes
A film noir you resemble
Timeless and old-fashioned,
Capable of outliving all-
This contrast of black and white in you beguiles my very soul
I wish to be an enchanted fortune teller
Or a plain mind reader,
To be able to hear your rebellious thoughts out loud-
Through my eyes
I see you weeping,
For your evident loss.
You are far left off behind!
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