The Soul Sanctuary: Double Standards

Oct 16, 2011

These are the terribly insignificant musings of Aishwarya Nagar at 5:42 AM

Here is to all the glassy eyes

That shone like glass under ultraviolet light;

Reflecting back shocking blues of hope

And misguided lasers of ruby red romance

Because your face radiated moonlit paleness

That grasped at their innocence and naivete.

Excited breaths like fine tendrils singing of fragility;

You stared.

I stared.

Like they all had stared.

Their hearts must have been racehorses

Fuelled by the same concentration of adrenaline

That I remember coursing through my own veins.

Their smiles must have been just as lost

As mine were when our lips met.

They must have been just as easily fooled

As I was.

Here's to all the glassy eyes

That were dazzled by the mask of wood

Bearing handsome likeness;

Behind which lies an ugly, festering heart

Burnt raw.

Grotesquely malformed.