Deafening Beauty

Beauty is subjective, but when you find your beauty it can cause crazy things to happen.

Eyes the color of butter,

when it's baked too long,

Lips of rose,

fearing to touch for the thorns

You speak but I can't hear,

Lips moving but no tone,

There's too much commotion,

something must be wrong.

You can't find your station?

You move closer to me,

I move in discretion,

Towards me you lean

I can't hear a sound,

Beauty deafening,

This is where you get off,

There's nothing left to see.