
Eyes that Speak
I wonder why your insecurities don’t match your eyes.
I wonder why your insecurities don’t match your eyes.
The Sunset is beautiful, it reflects my hue. The sunset is beautiful, I am too. The sunset is beautiful, but I’d rather look away. I’ll do to it what you do to me everyday. I could wrap myself up and tear me to shreds… instead, i’ll savour what’s left and shelve my fears. my imperfections are glass and their shards cut deep but i’m golden like the sun … Continue reading Sun, set on me…