MARIA STEN

ACTRESS · WRITER · PRODUCER.

IN THE DARK - PART XIIII

THOSE EYES.

Was sitting on cloud nine one time,
Talking to a bird, asking him if this could really all be mine.
It was fine, he said, you can have everything you see,
So I looked down and saw you.
Staring at me.
Peeling layer after layer off my soft silk skin,
Penetrating the borders of what lies within.
Those eyes.
Dropped me from my cloud and into the sea,
And there you were, in the dark,
Staring at me.
But why am I still falling?
If your hand was to hold me and save me from myself,
Then why am I still drowning?
If the world blew up
And all that was left was just the two of us
Then why would that still not be enough?
Why would you join me in my cold dark
And suffer the losses of a frozen heart?
Why would you open up the box
Go to bat for a lost cause,
When I see all that never could be, on the other side,
Every time I look into those eyes.
I still had hopes for us.
I had a cloud waiting with your name, just cause.
I only know how the story goes when there's me,
And no one else there to set me free.
But I looked into those eyes just to see
What never could be.
I was scrambling to you, searching for the light,
Trying to reach you, as you slither from my fingers
And drop to the ground, then it all goes black.
For the record, your honor, I didn't hold anything back.