When I search your eyes,
All I see is dull and unhappy
But standing here
With the moon reflecting off us
Your eyes shine brightly
Beautifully
It makes you seem brighter and happier and full of vibrant life
But I know that's not how you are
Or how you'll ever be
Or how you even want to be
YOU ARE READING
storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
