Turnt Up.

These Sore Eyes

wow i havent been on here in forever. well what better way to come back than with some poetry. this is an original i wrote last night. its called these sore eyes.

You came like a brush fire

A desire quick to blaze any and everything in your path

Those bedroom eyes catching me like a delicate trap

You were like God

And by the witness of my god I would lay my body down for you in hopes of getting a nod by this worldly wonder that got me to ponder a perpetual summer

These sore eyes blind by your light

They were right I couldn’t see what might come of such a dangerous game

But then came the rain

A pain that came in a flash

These sore eyes couldn’t take it

And for my sake I hoped it was a mirage

But it wasn’t a mirage

It was a barrage of feelings I felt that could melt away all my stress 

And me want you more or less

To say I thought I was blessed

These sore eyes weary of this stress as they get tested

A test that the rest couldn’t pass

And then you ask “Are you serious?”

As the furious waves over these sore eyes that couldn’t be contained by the sane notion that this potion I possessed could keep you from getting restless

To think of me as you see another and think of life without me

As these sore eyes watch you sail the seas of paradise

As you sail away from these sore eyes.

I’m trying so hard not to cry everyday.