Poetry

Dark Eyes, Cold Hands by twocentshort

Are plaguing the life that I had planned
Cold Toes, Past Woes
Are tearing the joy from my prose
Long Nights, Wrong fights
Are keeping me from the fight that is right
Dark Eyes, Tied Hands
Why can’t I understand?

Can you look into my eyes and see the truth?
Can you look into my mind and see the waves of my thoughts?
Can you look into my eyes and see the truth,
And how I know the world is not what it should be?

Scarred Eyes, Short Sight
Illuminated by Candle Light
Heart Dares, Short Prayers
For my dreams to stay here
Lost time, Crossed Lines
Why do my mistakes seem to rhyme?
Dark Eyes, Tied Hands
Why can’t I understand?



Can you look into my eyes and see the truth?
Can you look into my mind and see the waves of my thoughts?
Can you look into my eyes and see the proof?
And how I know the world is not what it should be?

I look down and see tied hands 
attached to two short strings
The puppeteer is in my mind
He pulls back 
then my Heart sings
“Why can’t I touch them? They need me.”
A crude smile and then silence
They are still blind and cannot see
He says “The wall you’ve built inside you.
I will not let you share. 
Don’t you see you fool
If you begin to care
You’ll have to share your wall
Then there’ll be no wall at all
The bricks you have are limited
Take one out and it will fall.”

Can you look into my eyes and see the proof?
Can you look into my mind and see the waves of my thoughts?
Can you look into my eyes and see the truth,
And how I know the world is not what it should be?

I decide that day to make more bricks
Grabbing dirty truth and broken shticks
The strings will pull and I will fight
Truth won’t come to you overnight
Where is that light?
The Candlelight
Mentioned it earlier
Might have slipped your mind
Use it to burn corneas
And short pieces of twine
But I never burned it
It’s no offering of mine
I never burned it
It’s no offering of mine

Can you look into my eyes?
And see the proof?