Beauty In My Eyes
Minds wasted,
withered to nothing,
empty logic,
unopened thoughts,
ignorant souls,
blissfully unaware of what our lives will become,
foots steps walk in circles in the sand,
confused dreams built from hopes and nothing,
identities collide,
wishes washed down streams only to become distant memories,
use to be and maybe,
tortured hearts stay afloat in troubled waters,
slowly consuming all that we know and love,
dim the lights,
dim the sound,
dim the sound of my beating heart,
silence,
louder then echoes of old live ,
peaceful thoughts of old ties,
when thoughts flowed as calm as rivers,
as still as the night,
and as sweet as honey,
it was beauty in its purest form,
beauty in my eyes.
3 years ago