49.

icicle eyes


Icicle eyes that pierce me through
Icicle eyes. Clear, not blue
Cutting straight through my foggy head
Leading my thoughts (straight to bed).
Please spare my heart and look away
I’ve bled too much for you today...

48.

Colours


Green are the shadows
Purple is the night
Black are the desperate tears
Fleeing from Pink plight.
Amber is the soul that mourns
Scarlet is the heart
Golden are the hopeful dreams
Showing what we aren’t