Beautiful eyes.
Beautiful eyes.
Beautiful eyes in disguise,
Tempting,
Corromping,
Chasing the impossible to risk it all.
Beautifull eyes that scratch,
Attack,
Destroy the notion of everything that's real.
Clearly showing that the world is made of fear,
Eyes that press,
Hard,
More than strong,
Willing to live
Another day.
Beautiful eyes that hide
The truth of the real,
Depending on love
Though it may not seem so,
Eyes that proyect
Much more than solitude,
Gaze that shares
The silence with the walls.
Eyes that cannot keep
Pretending they are
Eyes that dream, eyes that have seen it all,
But still scream for more.
Blue eyes lost in space,
Blue eyes lost in the ocean,
Beautiful eyes, captive raptures,
And her immutable eyelids,
Coming back for more,
For those beatuful eyes of the young man,
That trap without hurting,
That speak of sadness without tears.Beautiful eyes,
Beautful eyes in disguise, pleading every night,
Playing a perverse game of forgiveness
When no words are spoken,
But none of them needed.
Eyes that bloody,
Percieve and devour all her reactions,
Chemical little whispers of her soul's desires.
Eyes that trap her every time,
Eyes, nothing more than just his eyes.
Eyes that just look at her,
And the cadence,
The rythm of her tender fro.Eyes.Trapped.---So,
Me again, as you may know by now.
Txs for the feedback on my last fic, reviews always make my day, so keep on
reviewing, huh?Do i have to explain the poem? I guess i don't, but... Van-Billie stuff,
and Kitkat, i'll try something for you, ok?Last: yes! This fandom NEEDS to keep on growing so KEEP ON WRITING!
And that's all falks!Ps. As you know, i don't own anything related to the Tv series Fastlane,
tho i would love to own Facinelli's eyes. (yes, just the eyes, in a little,
black box, on my bed side table)JS.