We locked eyes,
And all the tears set themselves free.
As I stared and stared,
Thinking I would never stop.
But then I was pulled away,
Away from that familiar figure,
And into the sea of strangers,
Where nobody noticed me,
Least my damp eyes.
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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...
