His eyes had everything I needed to look at, it had meaning, to the world I'd lost at.
The deeper I went the deeper it was, stories that were hidden deep beyond,
His eyes followed mine, my eyes followed his,
His eyes read mine, mine read his,
His eyes caught mine, mine caught his, together they went.... deep within.
They held my soul, they captured me that night, flashed the truth of haunted tales and then they lied with a beautiful smile.
Let me enter a world unknown, they held power no one could hold.
They had darkness no one could see but on that night the mystery unleashed...
Revealing the power of the silent heartbeats, unable to speak but wrote impulsively cz they knew the meaning of sad poetry..
Finite could read the violet history but he had key to the hearts of infinity
He wrote the unsaid - to touch the souls of broken catastrophe.
YOU ARE READING
Howling Healer~
PoetryPoetry 'Fake people don't surprise me anymore.. Loyal people do' The world we live in, the reality we are unable to face and the fake world we are striving to survive in.. Just so many tales we're afraid to speak of~ -Howling Healer Highest ranki...
