Blank stares, like staring at a wall
I would paint your eyes green and rid you of the wallpaper,
Which hung for decades as a disguise that never wanted to change. . .
The same style operating from the mind
This room needs windows, decorated in ornate bliss
To let the light in that will form shadows to guide you.
Don’t settle in the corners of this dusty room,
Just fill it with a pure flame of light to drown out
The fluorescent rays of doubt,
Which captured your dull side of a personality. . .
Shine the windows and clear away the webs of chatter,
Clean your eyes with new ways of seeing,
So the stare you once gave me can now radiate for everyone.
