There is no one here toady,
to return my stare.
I wish there was.
Because I can't help but remember,
all the sweet memories,
and in them,
those pair of deep deep eyes,
staring back at me.
I see my own thoughts,
unspoken wishes and dreams,
I see myself, a couple months back,
unaware of the unseen.
I'm finding myself remembering,
all the feelings those eyes caused.
Beautiful dreams,
and all those thoughts.
I remember how they held no expression,
maybe one or two.
But they were worth a million,
those few.
I remember intense stares,
some fast, yet sweet.
Some long, mine to see.
All the attention I used to get,
it made my heart swell.
And made me happy,
just to see those eyes stare.
And when words were spoken,
magic swam in those eyes,
making them darker and deeper,
yet they could lit the whole universe
with a simple smiley stare.
And poetry simply came to me,
the words resting on my lips.
And so I picked up my pen,
and bent down to write them.
A whole book formed,
through silent stares and smiles.
And the poetry always came to me,
through those 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...
