They say eyes are the windows to your soul, yet every time I look into yours, all I see is black.
Your eyes unveil a war, a fierce battle that paints everything in shades of red from the depths of your soul.
My love, whose battlefield do you tread upon? Whose sword do you carry around?
Share with me what you hide; unveil that history of yours.
I struggle to discern it when you appear so serene on the outside,
wearing that hauntingly beautiful smile of yours.
What lies concealed behind that smile?
Within those tears of yours, tell me, my love, whose battle are you fighting?
Is it your own, or have you become someone else's pawn?
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Fragments of Life
Poetry"Poems of Love and Loss" invites you to immerse yourself in a world of poetry that will leave you feeling deeply moved. With each new poem, you will experience the beauty and pain of love and loss in all its forms. From the soaring heights of passio...
