Those Eyes

Baby, I pose a cold push,

But I need you near,

Never listen to my dark gem,

Like an eerie negative, It’s not the true yang,

But ever-convincing, I know,

It’s always easier to believe pain,

You can’t deny its feel,

But with you, it couldn’t be more false,

A facade, a mirage,

A helmet for my heart,

I want you all around me,

But more than that,

I want you to want me all around you,

I don’t know what you are yet,

I don’t know how to wear you,

I’m scared to think of the potential depth and unmentionable timing,

So please baby, please,

Talk To Me,

Tell me everything,

I want to know it all,

How my eyes make you melt,

How my touch quivers your mind,

How my thought makes you soar,

How my pain strikes hard,

How my worst goes right through you,

I want to be your woman,

And that scares me,

Your silent bravery is a dangerously slow heartbeat,

Each spike nearly spurs ecstasy,

But the questioning wait persists,

I strive for raw clarity,

So I can wrap it with a bow for you,

Cupcake and my earthquake,

I have to close my eyes,

But there is still so much to say,

Three heavenly rivers in one twirl,

The music has stopped,

Reasons are exposed,

All because of your accidental outloud thought,

My world stops and my body erupts,

We should jump right in,

Hand in hand,

Heart in heart,

With the glow of a full moon and a festival of love,

Are we getting carried away?

Or is this reality?

Talk to me baby,

I need to hear it from your lips,

It won’t reach me any other way,

Are you ready for the crazy?

‘Cause it’s regrettably included,

Are you ready for the choices?

‘Cause I know what’s ahead and it hurts oh so good,

But only if you let it and let it in completely,

From a distance, a stranger’s glance,

It will shine white,

But close up, you will feel every color and respective baggage,

I am cursed with the need for reassurance,

I question love always,

I am sorry, I am so sorry,

But I hope you are not sorry,

I need you to be my nonjudgmental rock,

I need support even when I am wrong,

I need strength when I have been wronged,

I need so much,

But when it is all boiled,

All I really need,

Are those eyes,

Those eyes that look at every part of me with red passionate rays,

And overwhelmingly,

I just want to be everything for you.

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