If I fell for them once, I fell a thousand times -
His countenance, his smile, those striking eyes.
It's hard to explain neatly within these lines;
I wish it were simpler to verbalise,
But I worry he doesn't understand his value;
That his touch means the world to the broken -
I mean to me, if I am to be true,
So I cannot leave these words unspoken.
There is a wonder to his eyes; the cleverness they hold,
A humour to his words, a warmth in his laugh...
If only those walls of his would unfold -
I know I cannot prise them open on his behalf,
But my heart aches when I recall how they hurt him,
And it doesn't seem fair to leave him this way.
Even if he never allows me to see within,
I cannot help but want him to be ready to let someone, someday...
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Refraction.
PoetrySo many aspects, colours and themes make up our experiences. Truly, is anything entirely good or entirely bad? Upon weighing up the positives and negatives of the past, do we not admit that even tragedy is- in a twisted sort of way- advantageous? O...
