I don't believe blue eyes
They're too deep to keep their words
Have oceans overflowing
Inside are fishes and up fly the birds
I don't trust that airy tincture
Varnished with an unknown mystery
Is it the shade of mornings—
Or the signs of absolute melancholy?
I don't like this rare depth
It's too ethical to accept staying alive
Hidden truths frighten me
So does the question to answer: why?
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𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈
Poetry"It's All in the Simplicity" is a mesmerizing poetry collection that weaves emotions, dreams, and reflections into lyrical decorations. Each poem is a pungent exploration of the human experience, from tender embraces to the depths of hearts, invitin...
