A Dark Shade Of Grey Poem by Mark Heathcote

Look at the blue of his eyes.
What do you think they disguise?
Look, they're turning a dark shade of grey.
What do you think they disguise?
Look at his eyes. Do you think he cries?
Look at his eyes and how he hides.
What do you think they camouflage?
He's full of remorseless egocentric charms.
I guess he avoids the good in other people's eyes.
Look at his eyes. Look at his eyes.
They fan the flames of deceit.
Yet they speak of yearnings for your heart.
Yet they speak of yearnings for your love.
Look, if push comes to shove.

He turns away; don't look into his baby blues.
Look, if push comes to shove.
Say you've seen far too much.
Say you've seen enough; honestly, far too much.
But what am I to do?
Really, what am I to do?
When he wears that mask, that cloak over his heart,
Look, if push comes to shove
Allow him just one more kiss.
One more day eternally reminisce.
Like a fog light shining ever so bright
Oh, how expediently he lets go.
When I'm just about to internally, ignite
Melt through his gloved fingers like warmed snow.