Love and hate. Discussion battles. Insane. Dark and deep yet forever floating. Burned and resenting. Restless. Lost. And the eyes; they're telling. I once was looking but now am doubting. My gut says no but my heart says please. The looks of which frighten me, but I'm still intrigued. Maybe my light shines anew. Kiss the dawn with golden tears of joy or envy. In this light it all looks the same.