Watery Eyes Poem by Jonah Mario

This could be the last time.
I'm still amazed by your shape.
I still want to sit here;
look at this renewed chain.

Come, switch on your eyes,
i want to ask for permission
to plunge into the plot
and faint in balmy blindness.

In swirls, i get found.
You have no explanation.
Fascinating, overflowed,
i can hardly dive.

This could be my last time
but i hope i'm being unrealistic.
I'd lay down my backbone
before i steer away.

Please, switch on your eyes.
This keyhole, i need to re-discover.
But, i know you don't know;
this accident is mine to grieve.

In swirls, i get found.
You have no explanation.
Fascinating, overflowed,
i can hardly dive.

Why it has to be
so perfectly alluring?
Pull me, pull me
but don't touch me.