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Bright Eyed Boy


Your eyes are like a setting sun on silk green grass flowing to the wind

I have nt slept since the last I saw of them

I long for them, I long for their master

Long for the soft cherry red lips of sweet sugar on mine

With those neon eyes looking back at me when they sneak a peek

During our most sacred moment

The way your eyes shimmered when I said I loved you

They gleamed with tears of joy

Many doubted my choice of te forbidden fruit

But yet, with no doubts, I bit with no remorse

 

If your love was poison, I'd drink from the bottle every day

If staying with you meant sweet bruises upon my neck, I'd oblige to turn the other way

If staying with you meant this churning pain in my chest, I'd suck it up for you

If every day meant longing for venomous kisses, call me your prey

 

For your eyes lure me in like a moth to the light

Leading me to a beautiful death

For if I were to die by choice

I'd choose you to take the life of mine for the pleasure of it

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cecyroman

my mother passed away last december and I can't stop writing poetry that is dark, then again that's always how my poems have been, but they've gotten darker. I like my style of poetry there are others also I have written, but my teacher kept them because I don't like looking back at my previous work

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