I find myself staring ever so deeply into those brown eyes of yours.
Although I possess them myself, the beauty of yours defies comparison—each intricate line tells stories only I seem privileged to read.
Each time you look at me, I fall all over again, like a child who falls for his mother's voice.
Each time you talk, I listen to the tides of your voice wondering if I had ever heard such a voice.
Perhaps, it is not the voice I love but the words that spill out as you open yourself up to me, piece by piece.
I wonder if you had ever opened up to anybody before, or if I was the sole inheritor of your boundless wealth.
I wonder if I would ever find someone like you.
In fact, I do not wonder anymore.
I know, with every beat of my heart—I will never find someone like you.
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Thoughts for the Eye
PoetryThoughts I wrote down, maybe they'll give you some comfort? "But I feel something deeper. Beneath the fear, there is a fire inside of me, one I cannot extinguish. It burns with the pain and the rage of all the women who came before me. " PS. If...
