they speak to everyone they're near
but she won't socialize
'cuz she's afraid of what you'll hear
she's got the realest eyes
their feelings always crystal clear
she just won't realize that she needs to face her fears
no one will criticize when the realest social eyes
begin to realize that to keep themselves alive
means to just face the fears she hides
let bright eyes cloud with tears to cry
and for the very first time she'll find
that to prevent her warm soft eyes
from becoming a cold hard stare,
these quiet eyes will always be there.
Just a simple puppy love type poem for a female friend who gazed toward my face for a few seconds and then adorably told me I have such cute quiet eyes. The kind that you don't notice until you get to see them up close...
Yeah, I know, I'm a sucker for romance.
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Unfortunately, I've painfully accepted that my graphic novel "project" is not meant to be. I've lost all motivation to make it a reality (for now). I've re-written it and drawn rough character designs and storyboards countless times and have decided that for now its best to leave it at it's current lump of coal condition. Who knows, maybe somewhere down the line time will have crushed it into a neat little diamond to be put on display, but for now it's an unpolished undeveloped mess...
Hopefully this will free up some more time and motivation to write some more actual poetry-ish blogs (like the above, except hopefully a bit better, *fingers crossed* ;]), rather than random songs and rantings and ravings as filler. :P
Love always-your bffl,
Geoff
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