I couldn’t look you in the eyes.
my mind told me it was inferiority
my heart said it was fear
You turned the stone under a grey veil
to crimson silk beneath my flesh
I want to see those eyes again.
my body pulses in your words
and I can’t find where I’m going.
If I look into your eyes again,
will you guide me through this?
Or shall I become lost and never find my way,
and what I was trying to say.
Still
I want to see those eyes again
This mouth has no desire to speak,
only to feel your lips act in the words
that will not surface
I give my soul
and with it,
my inhibitions.
Let me drink this passion like wine.
Let me feel it drip down my chin, down my neck.
Let me feel it pour down my back
And still…
your eyes.
Tell me not to be afraid
My fear should only be a memory
I will not hide the blood that rushes to my face,
and on through my fingertips.
I will not cover this raging fire
as I am looking up
they’re beautiful,
so beautiful.
I couldn’t look you in the eyes
my mind told me it was inferiority.
but it was fear.
you turned the stone under a grey veil,
to crimson silk beneath my flesh.
and now I know why.
