The Story of Eyes and their Lies

by willcam

March 9, 2014

Open your eyes and you will see

The girl I was always meant to be

You see my face

Eyeshadow, mascara, perfume and base

Someone you just might want to chase

I meet your eyes

I remember then, how I will cry

At the end of this.

I minded my own business

Walking on the street

Looking down at my two feet

Someway, somehow I caught his eye

Stop. Tell the story. Don't you dare cry

First, the looks are the ones that always lie

I saw the perfect face, the gorgeous skin, the dark hair

I realized I was staring here and there

"Hey, beautiful." He had said

And then I was lying in his bed

He was trouble

I was trapped in his bubble

And then, another pretty girl passed

So did he

I did not last

It's been a while since I've seen him

Miss him, I do not

I fought and I fought

For the thoughts of him not to be brought

Now looking in your face, I ask one thing

Please open your eyes

Looks always lie

I was not meant to be his, not meant to be yours

Rain and havoc pours in my mind

I truly hope you are not blind

Turn away.

So you do.

I turn away, too.

One last thing, I must ask

Never pursue, but always look back

Open your eyes and you will see

Me.

Anyone.

The person they are.

The person they are meant to be

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willcamMar 11, 2014

IN case you're wonderingThis repition of this poem was due to techincal diffuculties. Sorry for the confusion.-willcam