Glass Eyes

("there was a time in the mists of the past" edited but soo different it needed another title)

There was a time, in the mists of the past
When your emerald eyes sought mine, full fast
And mirrored the darkness when they bled
or smiled when my eyes gleamed instead

but your green eyes are close to me now
and you've made a mask, dry cheeks and brow
with your hot and bitter tears behind
but i will strive, and someday find
contentment
not for your eyes to see

your eyes now glass, no longer green
to match your face of porcelien
cold to the touch, your china skin
painted with cheeks, conceals whithin

so now i will sit, at the window in my room
and watch as my tears reflect the moon
and wonder if someday
sometime soon
I'll find new eyes to love.