(no subject)
under the rapid fire of your gaze
i could not contain myself in my seat
at the point of erruption
my insides spilling out my mouth
falling to my knees
with will to tell tall tales and play
pretend
live everyone else
sparing you difference
captured by the depth of your eyes
how quick you are to turn away
my lava burns your retinas
but your persistence never dies
"return your gaze to me, good looking,
I'm terrified of your stare."
I saw nothing of the depth
for she had it locked away
for some other soul