There was something certainly special about those eyes,
for when I forgot everything else,
those eyes,
I still remembered.
Their spark,
and the hidden emotions in them,
willing to be set free.
I wanted nothing, truly,
apart from getting a chance to stare into them again.
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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...
