They tell so much story,
Like a map on your face
They sometimes show the battles you've been to,
And all the victories you've made
They possess the beauty of age,
The life of being hated and loved
Your eyes traced with wrinkles of smiles,
And every times of when your heart once throbbed
The heavy bags under your eyes,
Making me gaze upon your iris,
Where your love and dedication is carved,
Everytime you reach out for a kiss
And all the time
When I look into your face,
There's always a mystery hidden in your eyes,
The wrinkles in the corners, and how it droop low,
It showed the warmness of your youth,
Embracing every wrinkles as you grow old.
-nez
YOU ARE READING
Rose Petals
Poetry☽☽ Its voice sounded like the calm breeze of a foggy forest, and the sea crashing at the shore. Maybe we shall live into faded inks in books, lost in fantasies forevermore ☾☾ Please do NOT repost WITHOUT credits. PLAGIARISM IS A...
