it's the eyes.
the eyes tell us if she's mad,
or sad,
or lonely,
or hurt,
or even, happy.
it's the eyes
they tell us she's been hurt.
they tell us someone broke her heart,
and someone put it back together.
they tell us she's been to hell and back again.
it's the eyes.
they tell us her story:
where she's been,
and where she dreams to go.
the eyes tell us,
what she never did.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
the beauty of darkness
Poesía'why is it that i'm drawn to the darkness,' 'you almost saved me, but in the end, i was too far gone" a poetry book that explains all the things i never know how to say. i hope you can understand me after this. [#3 deeppoems 2/5/21] [#1 deeppoetry 1...
