poor little upside-down cake...your bottom's on your top.

fimmtudagur, júlí 13, 2006

July 13th 2006

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

2 ummæli:

thefreak sagði...

Ooo...I like. =)

Chrysler sagði...

No,no. You're supposed to say.
"Meesa like." lol :)
thanks.