he has dark eyes
no it wasn't dark, it was creamed coffee like brown.
it keep me staring at them
like they were the sun rising in a cold morning.
his gaze, deep and lonely,
it hold captive my curiosity,
how could those eyes be so beautiful and dead at the same time?
cold yet makes my stomach warm.
my heart lost its rhythm that was once were calm.
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Skyless constellations
Poesiaa compilation of anything; the things that my mind and pen nudges me to put into paper. read if you have time to spare
