Eyes Do Not Just See

Eyes Do Not Just See

  I'm the ship within a bottle stranded from my sea. I am wild and crazy, like mustangs, I am meant to be free.

 

 When you think of beauty what do you see? I think of things with souls. Eyes, in my view, do not just see.

 

 Beauty is true love, and not necessarily just the kind where you get down on one knee. True love is where you dally with anybody no opinion makes your feelings; you're utterly carefree.

 

  These sort of realizations are priceless, they have no fee. And we need more beauty in this world oh so desperately.

 

  Remember my ship lost at sea, as well as my wild craziness free in all of its glory? Well that is what happens to those who rebel, to those who dare to write their poetry.

 

  This world is filled with arguments and controversy. That is until, there is only one who does not agree.

  

  But I accept this challenge, I say come forth calvary! Because I will do what it takes to tell my story. I will lay down my weapons; be it make-up, diet pills, anything that makes me more conformed to the worlds pedigree.

 

  My greatest weapon exists in my love for those who claim themselves my enemy. I use this chivalry, in hope to drain their fury.  So that maybe one day beauty is in the souls we find, in the eyes of those, who do not just see.

                              -Caitlin Metting