Wow. I can't beleive it's the 13th already. At least it's not Friday. lol .
Thought I would post a not so mushy poem this time.
Maybe it has a sense of that, slightly. What do you think?
Ocularis
Cold and Grey
A steely blue
Your eyes betray
Not one clue
Like cold fire
Hard and emotionless
Pale and white
Sharp as a cutlass
But oh so warm
When love comes in
Bright with light
A kindly sheen
Eyes are such
As none alike
They can love
And hate and bite
With one look
You broke my heart
But time did heel
What fell apart
I hope that now
That look so grey
Has come near
From far away
To say a word
In kindness to
One who really
Does care for you
Your eyes still cold
But come alive
A steely blue
But no more as knives
That once cut deep
The wound’s still there
Please tell me
That you care
5-24-06
poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.
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Ooo...I like. =)
No,no. You're supposed to say.
"Meesa like." lol :)
thanks.
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