Those cold blue eyes.
I wanted to swim in them,
I loved when they gazed upon me,
The corners turned up with a small grin.
Little did I know
That they were a reflection of a heart
As cold as an Arctic iceberg.
They were the tip of it,
(we only tease the people we like….)
I thought they were a piece of the ocean
that I loved so much.
That I’d found a place
whose eyes reflected my own passion.
Unbeknownst to me
Danger lay below them,
Mind numbing danger.
I sailed right into them,
To find that they were cold blue ice,
masking a monumental block of
That thaws only when it’s hurt.
And I could not hurt it.
I froze to death,
in it’s shadow.
Wow, that is so “chilling” and moving…. he is such a fool, love to you.
Tortured artist syndrome is all. 😢