Hazel Eyes
A stale tongue
This wicked curse has me nostalgic
for a sentiment not yet lost
The infuriating rush of becoming
someone who I’m not
Iced veins cocoon my figure
Reflecting reality from penetration
False concepts are trapped inside
this foreign anatomy
I dare you to try and tell me the way things are,
aren't what I’m expecting
Vision’s distorted by a glazed sheen
All I ever wanted to be was your
crispest apple
I was hypnotized to blame it on your
imperfections
While the true hindrance was my own insecurity
I’d always been told the flecks of green
adorning my irises were beautiful
But I know better
This wicked curse has me nostalgic
for a sentiment not yet lost
The infuriating rush of becoming
someone who I’m not
Iced veins cocoon my figure
Reflecting reality from penetration
False concepts are trapped inside
this foreign anatomy
I dare you to try and tell me the way things are,
aren't what I’m expecting
Vision’s distorted by a glazed sheen
All I ever wanted to be was your
crispest apple
I was hypnotized to blame it on your
imperfections
While the true hindrance was my own insecurity
I’d always been told the flecks of green
adorning my irises were beautiful
But I know better