Another stolen glance,
too quick,
too urgent,
though this heart wants more.
More seconds,
just as the first ones;
Ending quickly,
just as they start.
Lovely eyes,
intense, rich in color.
Burning with an unknown feeling,
or maybe it's just an expression.
Fure, it burns in them.
Warm, full of warmth.
Not quite soft,
yet amazing.
Full of something I can't explain or understand.
I love those eyes though.
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Those Eyes | A Poetry Collection ✔
PoetryI could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collecti...
