I see something in his eyes
That makes me lose it.
There are so much that lies
Beneath those eyes that lit.
The sun, the moon, and a whole galaxy of stars
Are what I think of whenever I stare at them.
They shine so brightly, it's so bizarre;
Like there's always a firework show in them.
But maybe, his eyes resemble a black hole
Because they keep on pulling me, the force is so strong.
Indeed, his eyes are "the windows of his soul"---
They speak a lot, I could write a song.
x,
Harmony
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Poésie"How can I loosen these tangled thoughts? How do I get rid of this wary feeling? Should they be freed or should they be wrought?"
