Hollow Eye

Kismet fortune

Hollow eye

Wouldn't you be so consumed

With tight round brown eyes

Do you wish they were so blue? 

Do you wish they were so green?

What you want from is something new

You could fish at the seafoam sea

Greyish- hazel mosaic tile

Hides behind the iris

Similar to water in the kettle

You use to boil your black tea

Threads from your duvet 

And the fringe on the floor

Are dangling on your feet

Could it be you're wanting more

The salt splashes in a mist of air

Like your face covered in the shore at sea

Dive a little deeper 

Forget about regret

There comes a time 

You no longer are upset