Eye dee.

I feel like we are both
Just so
Going through this again
And I can't play pretend
That we,
Both forgotten things
Aren't Siamese
I don't know what it is
But it's inside of your eyes.
Monatomic edible gold
Folded like original origami.
The eighth sea
The mirth to believe.
If your ass wasn't incredible,
You'd probably know that's why Im staring.