Sympathetic, I am told my eyes are beautiful and cerulean; although, my emotions are not transparent.
They blend and shift across the parallel planes of my persona into realms of other kinds.
If this is to be, then why must I only perceive crimson red and repent within myself?
If only their insides could know what my skin has done for them.
Within the heart of the lion lies the truth concerning majesty of her stern course.
How the others wept as she swept the earth of my soul away.
How the others cried when I went away.
What a moment to be had once they knew. If only they knew.
The day my blue eyes turned grey.