Eyes are called
windows into your soul
But sitting in front of you
listening to the buzzing of drones
I see nothing
A blank space
demonstrative of nothing
When I look past you, outside
I see life teeming
the life I wanted
to see in your eyes
It fills me with a longing
to be among it
To play, to breathe
to be
And I am filled with fear
at what you might see
when you find mine eyes
The same vacancy?
The same void?
That's fucking terrifying
7/17/14

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PuisiWords connect all of us. Through laughter, memories, or ridiculous melancholy, we are what we say and what we write. TWS differs from WWS in form only. These are poems longer than 7 lines, allowing a little more freedom in exploring themes and more...