simon_says

onions and funions. my breath..

onions and funions. my breath is just moving like an
incent. twisting and turning i see what isn't there because
my eyes are mystical. o the mystery in those big brown eyes
o the emotion and thoughts and feelings and all that i am
hiding is there. in those big brown eyes of mine. they are
mysterious and all the while i will not look at you because
my eyes will tell you my story and my story shall not be
told today.