I was never offered words,
or gentle hugs by that person,
who only stared,
as if that was enough.
But then, somehow, that did become enough,
as I fell in love with those stares,
and those silent eyes.
For they said what even words
failed to express.
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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...
