Eyes like Opals,
Holding all memories and reveries inside,
And diminishing all smiles.
Metallic waves,
Crashing and cutting through every bold colour,
And they faded away,
Leaving scars in her eyes.
Her eyes were no longer beautiful stones,
But white, pale, rocks,
With those pupils,
Dilated with hate.
Hating is like poisoning yourself whilst expecting the other person to die. Cutting your nose to spite your face is never, never the answer, and in all honesty, I have actually learnt this lesson very recently.
I realised that people don't take these sayings to heed, for example, we always hear that saying 'Treat others the way you wish to be treated', but do we base all our actions on that? No.
You should always hate the action, but not the person, and to be honest, that was a very valuable lesson for me.
Bye,
24umaiyah
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Poetry"Isn't it fascinating, how I can write down all my deepest emotions and thoughts with ease, but with speech, I stutter with shame?"
