A Little Candied Secret

I'm tired of having kaleidoscope eyes, 
Dazzled by half truths and sparkling lies. 
Coloured by radiant fantasy hues;
I'm tired of the rainbow, but sick of the blues.

I thought that the glimmer would lighten the way,
It certainly aided in bearing the day. 
Its tough to be hurt in the light of the view,
To be crying for him with my eyes full of you.

Reality softens when seen through a dream,
Drawing the harshness and bending the beam,
Twisting small hopes into beautiful shapes,
Tunnels of wishes and easy escapes. 

I'm older and wiser, I know that I should
put down such a toy when it does me no good,
But it ever remains and one never denies,
That I saw you once through kaleidoscope eyes.