They are nothing like I have ever seen before.
They mesmerize me like a ticking pocket watch from the 1950's.
I did not mean it to happen, but it just...did.
Everything happened so quickly,
It almost felt it never happened,
Like it was all a dream,
A wonderful, wonderful dream.
Taking a glimpse of them were one of the best moments of my life.
I did not want to stop.
Unfortunately, everything comes to an end.
Why do I still want to stare adoringly at them?
What makes them so hypnotizing?
Is it the way that they glow and shimmer in the bright winter glare?
Is it the way that they did not look away from me until I was too terrified to continue?
Is it the way that they shouted "caring" and "welcoming"?
What...what is it?
I cannot help but want to set my eyes back onto them.
It is all I think about, every moment I can get!
What I would do to look into those hazel, brown eyes.
Anything.
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Poetry of Life ✔
ŞiirHave you ever felt like you were lonely or an outcast? Did you ever feel like no one understands you or you just cannot figure out your mixed emotions? Have you had feelings hidden inside of you, waiting to come out? These poems express what is...
