And as you waited,
I parted with a kiss,
forehead butterfly,
lite flustered wings.
Crashed on the bitter,
glass rid pavement,
repeating soliloquys,
absentine lines of Shakespeare.
Body retracted, just as if,
you were floating still in the womb,
drenched with tears and dark left-me-alones.
I don't want to hear it.
Not from you. As you wait there broken
and spread, eyes wide and full of stare.
Have you ever wondered what blue eyes look,
when they're sad?
Like the ocean, dear Nathaniel.
Blue eyes look like the raging ocean,
Mary-Christ full of solemn tears and blank
I'm-sorry(s).
Have you ever wondered what blue eyes look,
when they're full of joy?
Like the sky, dear Nathaniel.
Soft feather felt strokes,
and clouds, and warm sunlight.
There are no more blue eyes,
full of joy. Not for me.
I bid you farewell with one last kiss,
and place a smile on this only thriller,
my trigger.
Smiled kisses to you.
Bang.
~Note: Inspired out of a phone conversation. Blue eyes go bang for me.
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