Poetry Vent

From your perspective, my eyes

I hope I can say it

Look into your eyes

The eyes that always look down

At the pavement where we both stand together

In this twisted yet wonderful world

That brought us together

The eyes that hide behind strands of hair

That slip underneath the covers

And behind the hoodies that you always want

I want to look into your eyes

And see the stars

And tell you all the little things

You so desperately cannot say yourself