By: Jacob La Mar
Singed to the back of my eyelids,
My pupils, they sit there and view,
Red lines that burn designs,
Of my deepest longing for you.
They curl and split when needed,
Or they frill, blur, or change
The red lines that burn designs,
Take normal lines and rearage.
A soft curve rounds your cheek,
Falling lines design your hair,
The red lines that burn designs,
Even capture your glowing stare.
They draw with perfect clarity,
The way in which you are,
The red lines that burn designs,
Glow much brighter than the stars.
So if you wonder what I’m doing,
If I close my eyes in light,
I’m watching red lines that burn designs,
As if I was viewing you at night.
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