When he was a little child, he had lustrous eyes which was an open door through his heart.
Eventually he is all a grown up man..
But, I don't know why I can't see that brightness in his eyes anymore .
And the heart is no longer seen through his eyes .
Even a storm of emotions won't let his heart to show up .
He described himself as a "heartless" one .
Though,
I won't believe him .
I won't let the heart cold .
I wont let the heart dies in his chilling winter soul .
I want to see his eyes as bright and lustrous as his childhood .
I want to look through them .
{M}.
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Emotional Drizzle
Poetry"we designed by fractional atoms of galaxy and presently we are built with fistful flesh and bones". ------------------------------------------------------- I hope you all enjoy browsing my thoughts , I feel this collection of mine , could be a comb...
