Her eyes were like ice
She would say they were gray
And put on her sunglasses
To make hurt go away
She didn't like smiling
Nor laughing or hugs
Just as if it reminded her
Of something she lost
The days she felt sad
I knew she would cry
Because I saw her eyes
They turned glassier each time
But I want her to know
She's not alone anymore
That now she has me
And I'll never be gone.
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Sonder || poetry
Poetry"Writing is an underestimated art, you are painting colorful images in people's minds by using words of black and white." Here are all the feelings, adventures, thoughts, dreams, and stories my heart has put into poems since it discovered it was mag...
