Tears rushed out of those eyes,
like a violent river,
rushing out of a narrow path.
Those crystal clear tears,
washed her dirty, sore cheeks,
healing some of her deep wounds.
Those grey eyes sparkled, as the
last tear rushed outside,
finally free.
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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...
