I stared into her eyes and saw no stars.
Neither the galaxy nor the universe
was there to welcome home.
It was a sphere of darkness.
Devoid of any light,
butterflies,
and rainbows you often see in the sky
but, somehow
I felt peace in her solitude
the silence creeping in her gaze
was peaceful,
not eerie it was calm,
yet still empty.
Did I mention
that time didn't slow down,
my heart didn't skip a beat,
blood didn't rush to my cheeks,
but I knew it from then,
the void you had,
was mine to fill with stars,
galaxy,
and the whole universe
you deserve to see.
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Poetry of the Soul
PoetryOur soul is like an ocean full of deep secrets, hidden fears, demons, and angels lurking at the depth of our being. If eyes are the window of the soul, then where would be the door? ------------------- Collection of poems, words left unsaid, words...
