I looked at the mirror today,
a pair of deep brown eyes looked back at me.
The same eyes that sang those neverending stories,
each with a part of me hidden somewhere in those words.
The same eyes that laughed with me,
something actually dancing inside.
And how, they looked back at me,
holding onto too much.
With too many twinkle and spark inside,
and big salty tears.
They are, like they have always been.
deep, like poetry.
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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...
