You're sitting there.
So sad looking.
So broken.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I can't help.
That I can't do anything.
You say that you're alright,
But your eyes...
They disagree.
They say it all.
You're beautiful eyes.
So full of sorrow.
I just want to make those eyes happy.
Just to make them bright.
Just this one time.
I want to hug you.
Hug you until you smile.
I know that I can't.
It's not my place.
It's not my job.
That's her job.
But those eyes.
I see them and I think of me.
That sounds so self-centered.
I see them and I remember how it feels.
I see those beautiful eyes
And something inside me ignites.
This fire.
A fire that wants to make you warm.
A fire that wants to show you love.
Just in those eyes.
A/N: Hey guys. This is about the same person as last nights poem. I feel like this is literal crap and I'm sorry for that. Until next time I guess. ~ Jo
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A Broken Heart
PoetryThis will be a book of rants, poems, short stories, and memories that I want to share. Please comment your feedback and let me know what you think. Also, just a heads up, some of it might get a little dark sometimes. I apologize in advance for that.
