Your eyes are unique
Breed for war they hunt
Passion ever flickering
From corner to corner
Like a purpose is set before them
As if only a single moment
Would be needed
To make your prey
Your prize.
With wide and stolen glances
I stare at micro lengths
In awe of you
Behind your eyes
A fire is burning
A hope driven to the core
Of your very being
Your consistently, ever conscious effort
To maintain the blaze
Is forged by the love
Of something much greater
Then myself
But still from time to time
You peer my way
Your gaze burns away my flesh
And thus opens a way to a heart
I had no knowledge of having
Your eyes cremating every solemn memory
And reduces the past
Of cries and broken confessions
To ashes
It is because of this
That a phoenix has risen
And with it is a vision
Of us
Staring eye to eye with one another
Forever.
- Quinn
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The Rants of Feverish Minds
PoetryWelcome to the minds of Quinn and Quill Love. Young students whose frantic and curious minds constantly wander to the land of possibles and Questions. My hope is that by reading these poems, you begin to understand who they are and where they are co...
