Love is An Illusion

My type of guy
comes to life everyday
in my memory

He is alive and can be
found on the streets of
Virginia

But I don't think
he realizes his
positioned place
in my history

My type of guy
came to my rescue
like he said he would
and even though
the expertise eluded him
he did shine

Nowadays
he's a picture
captured
hid and displayed
because some days that's all
I have.

 

Peeping Out

Keeping my eyes on the prize
When the only way I can see it
Shine is when they're shut
Because my optic nerve
Electrified has captured

The illumination
Through the lens of sight
One last time
Keeping my eyes on the prize
Laughter of a different kind
Found in the
Vitreous humor
My smile is vision
Helping me make informed decisions
I'm a pupil of life
Iris pays attention
While lens flexes muscle
To keep the prism of
Perspective's precision
Keeping my eyes on the prize
When the only way I can see it
Shine is when they're shut!