My Eyes Aren't Blue

Your eye lids close to block the spark, but there is nothing on your face that tells me you are happy.
There is nothing on your face that tells me I'm happy.
Placidity only works for so long.
Then it dies,
Like the pink blossoms on your dead world.
The dead trees stood
But now they
Fall.
Like what stood inside me
Holding me tall:
The stem of the
Dandelion,
I ooze my fears,
But keep them
To myself.
There is something about that smile
That makes strong weak.
But maybe it wasn't strong at all.
And maybe that smile isn't real at all.
Because I'm not.
Whisper as time is moving
Just like I moved on.
Running from the world before me
And the black holes ferocity
Of little white lies
In a bundle of fog.
I choke.
But I scream to tell you,
And beg you to hear.
I never opened my mouth.

Children’s toys lay in a bucket, locked in a closet.
With the
Memories.
Held back with a golden key.
I hide them. Lock them away.
Just so you can't see

What I'm made of.
Just what happened.
Not a lie, a distortion of truth,
Like my face in the
Mirror,
When I look at you.
Not a lie,
a distortion of truth.
My eyes aren't blue.