Eyes of glass.
I look into your eyes and all I see is a glassy reflection looking back at me.
I stare.
You stare back, but with intent in your eyes.
Intent for what?
I blink.
You're gone.
Nothing left but shattered glass.
Farewell.
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Never Ending Poems
PoetryPoems I write daily, based on my personal emotions that I feel, but express in poems.