Your eyes are
tidepools-
the deepest of deep.
Clear on top;
murky and mysterious at the bottom.
Your eyes are
a mask,
a disguise for hidden emotions,
a paper thin allibi
as hard to tarnish as a diamond.
Your eyes are
silent;
able to talk and choosing to not.
Leaving others questioning-
others like me.
Your eyes are
my weakness;
maddening to lose and impossible to read.
I'm hunting for hidden emotion;
what do you see in me?
YOU ARE READING
Scarring On A Whole Heart
PoetryLove, lust, strength, sharing...everything about romance is the best and greatest collection of things we could ever dream of. But of course, we all know that there are pros and there are cons. Especially post-breakup. To read this collection of poe...
