I can see the world in those eyes. So full of hope and joy and elegance. Don't let that fade.
They're not bright and vibrant, but rather pale, almost shy. As blue as the open sky. A cloudless, spring morning. Birds chirping, the sun shining. That's what I see in those eyes.
They hold a sort of unnoticed strength, the kind that no one pays any mind to. Even you don't realize it. But I do.
Those eyes are powerful but also caring and patient. You know when to wait. Please wait for me. Don't give up. Not yet.
Your eyes know mercy even when you don't. It's those eyes that find what your brain can't comprehend but your heart can. They let you see into people, down to their souls.
Those eyes burn with a passion greater than humankind itself. Fiery, beautiful passion.
There's a craving for love inside you. Though you would never admit it, your eyes give away everything. Let me love you.
I can do good to those eyes, preserve the glory in your pale, blue orbs with the sea green spiraling around your pupils. Allow my own almond eyes to mold with yours.
My blank, chestnut orbs bore into you when you're not looking. And to my distress, those sky blue eyes rarely catch my own.
You have so much faith sparkling in those eyes. Do you have some to spare? Please.
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Short Stories And Such
PoetryJust a collection of short stories and poems that I have written. Some are fictional, some are based off of my own life. I guess I'll just have to leave you to imagine. Disclaimer: As with all poetry, not all of these are about myself and I do not c...
