Doors of the Body
Fluttering eyelashes that travel your cheeks.
The glittering orbs that hold your life with both hands.
The doors to your insides,
pure and warm.
pure and warm.
The iridescent palette that paint melodies.
The expression of emotions,
which glow and dull.
The large ballroom doors that shutter close
when you’re weepy.
The grand doors covered in white
lined with the rainbow.
The doors that keep your secrets
and unconsciously gives them out.
The thing that you look back to in that cracked mirror.
The thing that tells you “It’s okay.”
That flame stirring inside.
That flame stirring inside.
It shows the best of you;
the worst of you.
the worst of you.
The lover of another;
the pulsing life.
The Holder of tears
Counselor of fears.
These are your eyes, two of the same.
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