I love my friend P. This describes my feelings.♥ |
Saint Peter’s Eyes He’s freezing my fingers off but burning my inside He gives me the cold shoulder while his arms appear open wide His glance reaches mine as if there’s nothing there While the warmth given off by his facial features is only a mask he wears Maybe the time is now to get up and exhume; Just readmit myself to you and I will be just a little more alive My heart cracks and now I am doom For the sticky liquid splashing down as through his eyes I dive The earthen colors quake and break my expression While not to say he is the one who causes my emotional regression Whether to commit or not to the future prize Never judge or distrust Saint Peter’s bronze eyes And his hair shies in front of his face When he puts a stop to my lips with that unbearable taste I don’t understand when he makes me hold my tongue Like I’m the one who should either be serenaded or hung His aqua shades freeze and shatter my face I walk fast, he talks faster, I quicken my pace The carved lines on my arm are like symbols he drew Of the misery and charm he forces me through Many times a gambler arrives, all betting on the same thing: If you win, you’ll experience the archangels sing If you lose, then you’ll have prepaid for your demise… (Don’t bet on something you don’t have) …Because you’re no match for the will of Saint Peter’s eyes. |