The intro to your eyes.

The Intro To Your Eyes

Subliminal colors fading through
Finding meaning deep down is my virtue
And it's you with the shimmer beyond
I know nothing how to show a respond

I don't think I could live without
Your deepest ocean to ease my drought
Falling more rapidly to the core
Stumbling now upon your vast shore

Trying to swim closer to your heart
But through those eyes I will not depart
If you only knew what they did to me
You would stop the torture and just see

Insanity knocking and pounding at the temple
Closer now than what I wanted to gamble
Driving me crazy to point of delusion
Like another language, cold and so foreign

Through pain and delight from all of sunlight
And all of the flight abysmal to moonlight
I wouldn't think of withdrawing the ending
For your intro is much too founding

Contact of yours to mine escape with time
Mine to yours leaves nothing but a crime
Never leaving capture is part of the show
Please stay a while and never let go

Comments

Fireblossom said…
You little sneak! LOL. How did I miss this one?

I must have been asleep at the switch...or at my bloglist anyway! :-D
December 8, 2009 at 11:28 PM
SharoninWonderland said…
Ha, well I wrote it right after the other post...but didn't actually post till a day or so after.

:)
December 14, 2009 at 2:34 AM
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