Poetry

Galaxy Eyes

She had eyes like diabolical super novas.
They were picked apart
One too many times yet–
Dark with ultra violets and gamma rays
With neurons firing.
All those colors–
Colors that didnt exist
wrapped me like vines.
I tangled and wrapped
even struggled as I let it happen,
all the shiny things dangle there before me.
I won’t touch them nor steal them away.
I let them lay, I made them have to stay.

***This poem was sent to me by a wonderful friend from high school, Grayson O’neal. 

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