Those eyes were like a dark,
deep, never ending hole,
where broken promise,
and shattered dreams gathered.
Where unshed tears formed an ocean,
and every bit of happiness downed in it.
Those empty eyes,
they held a lot.
I could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, an... More
Those eyes were like a dark,
deep, never ending hole,
where broken promise,
and shattered dreams gathered.
Where unshed tears formed an ocean,
and every bit of happiness downed in it.
Those empty eyes,
they held a lot.