pale blue light beams

Your eyes stared at me in a way that I knew what you saw.
How your eyes clouded with idea of something you could
possibly have; and once did.

Maybe if you weren't
an arrogant prick I
would stair back.




.
It was your eyes that lead me to your bed,
how iris's beckoning me to climb under
the sheets and let my head lay on our pillow

it told me more about you
then your lips could ever.
.




..
I wanted so bad to let your ears hear what I had to say,
what i would give for the drums to beat the truth and
smother out the bullshit you continued to sing into mine.

Maybe you skin was plastic
and your mind only able to
make up lies, your lips only
able to make a few syllables;
and maybe just maybe I fell
for it.
..




...
I always come back to your eyes,
how they are the only beauty that
is really you; your words don't even
communicate your thoughts and your
hands don't touch my skin when you
want them to.

But you eyes,
they are always
there to tell me
just what you
are thinking.
...



And for this one time,
I am thinking of lust too