Iris
My eyes are unapproachable
If you look too long, you might see your reflection
Staring may bring tides from behind your thin shied of lids
I look as they roll down your cheeks
I didn't mean to make you cry
My eyes are dangerous
It's no surprise, angels aline on the perimiter of my irises,
The devil in disguise
Tread lightly
If you're looking for me, you might see the sky
The sun may blind you, rays of temperment and folly
Better to peak than to never see
Into my eyes,
Evanescent oceans sit on the edge
Waiting to fall into you, if you could only see
I won't let you look into me
My eyes are for my eyes only.
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