ChickenFierce

Eyes are like butterfly wings Hard to catch if the keeper’s restless                Uneasy                Or on a different moon But when calm and steady Their stunning beauty may strike my heart                Softly                Or just subconscienscely abusing my romantic naivety Aware of them knowing how they affect us The way we tend to get all sensitive                Vulnerable                Or so captivated that we let go a hundred percent                And let the superficial embrace do the rest