No trace of anger, hate, or doubt in your eyes.
Only enchanting green nebulas sprout from your eyes.
Two hundred seething hot stars hidden within.
I saw only clouds that swirl about your eyes.
Captivating clouds with a pure, green light.
I knew I couldn’t live without them; your eyes.
But inside, those celestial stars raged red.
Burning up tears that should spout from your eyes.
Supernovas, they burned bright, burnt out.
But never enough to end the drought of your eyes.
Thick brows bent in a permanent scowl.
No need to speak. I hear you shout with your eyes.
One day I’ll make you cry such cold, heavy tears.
Enough to wash the green right out of your eyes.