You

This is it.

Have eyes like glass on fire

Blown and dyed and sculpted higher

Crystal vase of frozen flowers

I want a part of art but it towers

It shatters it crumbles it screams and it shakes 

And It's angry and doesn't ever want to wake 

I'm not a painter but I'm trowing words like paint on canvas

just to capture all my distress

When I was captured in your eyes

I'm out of breath from typing the cold flurry of those eyes.