As I look at those eyes just like mine,
Ever so dark and bottomless,
With red marks caressing each corner giving away her stress,
And subtle signs of aging on her brow.
I think “I don’t know what I see between you and me.”
“We were never meant to be.”
I say to her, “All I want is to be free.”
Those molds and colors so gray,
They won’t let you live,
And now my thoughts have me in a fray!”
Of course she says nothing.
All she will ever be is an image.
-Little Miss Hunny