Eyes,
The windows into the soul,
I watched your smile grow when I said hello.
Ears,
My longed to hear your voice,
Tranquil and enchanting.
Nose,
The smell of your perfume,
Classic, but original on you.
Hands,
They only felt right,
When they were caressing you.
Tongue,
The taste of your lips,
And your cheap chapstick.
Eyes,
I looked into yours,
And I saw nothing, only a hollow blackness.
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Uncertain Poetry
PoetryPoetry? That just isn't too sure of itself. Deep and shallow, short and long. It's quite curious and is an adventure of the mind.
