I stared into those eyes of yours.
Ones that share the same color as mine,
Same shape,
Same curves that lead to the same edges.
Your eyes were wild,
Just like your words and attitude.
Narrowed and crinkled,
Your pupils were hard to find,
So were the only traces of the soul you used to be.
I held your eye contact,
Watched them get cruel,
Watched them get ice cold
Watched them get burned in anger.
Never blinked,
Not once.
My open eye lids,
Were the doors to my ears,
Determined not to let your voice in.
But your words were like a flood,
They destroyed those doors,
My tear ducts
And every ounce of my strength.
Four brown eyes,
Yours make the lighting,
Mine make the rain.
It's storming outside,
Storm and stress.
A/N:
I know I no longer have readers, but I believe in aliens, I bet they still read. But if you are a human and you are reading this, I love you. X
Dedicated to my alien bestie X_truthxinxsilence_X who amazingly edited this one.
Be good. X
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Chaos
PoetryIn the middle of my chaos, there was you. This book, lets you inside of my mind, inside of my soul, and together, we can feel again. #201 in poetry
