SILVER EYES

Once there lived a beautiful girl in a beautiful city,
The place where she went to seek out her dreams,
Where there was everything she ever wanted,
Everything she loved and there was lots of food.
Then one morning as she was out for a run,
She saw a very sexy charming wanderlust package,
And she knocked her head on an electric pole,
Suffered a mild shock but died of a heart attack.

I can already see what will be written in my obituary,
Because of this illegal piece of artwork holding me.
I can swear I ran into a tree, not an awfully hard chest,
This is what I get for all my Taylor Swift mornings.
It’s so hard to focus when silver eyes is staring at me,
Drilling holes into my head, I can feel how deep,
Even though I’m too embarrassed to look up again,
This feels so good, if this is heaven, thy servant is ready Lord.

Silver eyes got me confused, I think I’m lost, maybe.
I look at them and all I want to do is get lost in them,
To live in those beautiful eyes daily and never get out.
Just a blink and I’m sure I’m in heaven, sweet paradise.
These beautiful eyes have me thinking hard and so fast,
About why I haven’t been this lucky in my earlier life,
Or these are the blessings I have been patiently waiting for,
And unless I’m in another universe, I’d still stay here with him.

Heaven knows I’m falling, I think even hell is aware,
Well it’s literal but I’m hoping, begging the universe,
Praying that somehow they are going to be around me,
When I hit the ground, and even if I do, I’d be in his arms.
And his arms, so hard yet so gentle, I’ll force a trip every day,
If it meant getting this beautiful tenderness, I could stay here forever.
And those glasses make this beautiful creature look so nerdy,
But definitely and totally the hot kind of nerdy. Whipped.

Someone clears their throat, that sound is so beautiful,
Then I feel a gentle push and I’m back to my reality,
One where beautiful silver eyes decides to ruin my moment,
Telling me to stay home if I can’t watch where I’m going,
His voice is beautiful, but his tone and words, are very harsh.
I try to ignore his words and focus on his beautiful voice,
I take the time to look at him well, he is definitely an angel,
One that already got my body hot and my panties soaking, I think.

I think of all the things we could do together, just us,
I try to imagine what it would feel to actually be loved,
And adored by the son of Hera, the beautiful goddess.
I think of how his lips would taste when mating with mine,
Whether or not they would be minty or cinnamon like,
Which reminds me, I’ve been running for an hour,
And I’m conscious of my sweat and breath, mother of freckles.
I would totally be his if he wants me, because I want him, for me.

Problem is, silver eyes isn’t mine and despite my wishes,
My wishes and prayers for an in tune universe, I’m still stuck.
I will to wish but I’m out of chances, choices and thoughts.
All I see is silver eyes, my newest hope and greatest danger,
But with sanity overrated, I think I’m going crazy by day.