Almond Eyes by Leia Mae "Yummy" Caliston

Another poem I wrote.

Limpid pools of almond eyes
Staring straight into my soul and reading my mind.
Seeing what lies beneath
Waiting for things that are hidden to unravel.

Darn those almond eyes which turn my knees to jelly
As they bore into mine
Everything seems to be all right.

My heart skips a beat each time you do that
If only I could wipe those tears you shed for her
If only I could take away your pain.
To see those eyes smile again.

When you look at me, is it really me that you see?
Or remnants of her that you wish I would be...
But when you look at me with the saddest of eyes,
I know that there is no room for lies.

Let me be the one to quiet the waves,
Lift you above them for I am your friend.
But when I'm all alone,
All I can think of are almond eyes.

- from Leia's beautiful mind 04/07/13

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