When You Stare Into the Sun

My eyes are playing tricks on me

The one I thought I cared for is transforming into someone I don't recognize 

Her midnight hair bleaching in the daylight

The brown in her hazel eyes is consumed by an ocean of green

She towers over me now, as if she thought I needed her to 

That I wanted this

Well I don't know what I want 

She acts different, too

My love who once disregarded my affection is now wanting more

Before she couldn't even look me in the eyes because she couldn't stand what they were trying to tell her

She can't look in my eyes now because they are closed as she passionately kisses my lips

And I don't have to say a word

It's a good thing too

Because how do I tell her that I like this new form better

I'll just say that my eyes are playing tricks me 

Reviews

[cycy]

interesting poem dear, the title is especially gripping, i enjoyed reading this one didnt know what exactly to expect based on the title but you did really well with the concept. good job