Her Forest

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by _Desy2_

by _Desy2_

People say your eyes are the windows to the soul. To me, hers are the windows to the world.

Her eyes are two captivating orbs of emerald green and they hold a forest. I treasure her plants and animals. There are still many things in her world that I have yet to discover, and I am more than happy to delve into it.

The tears cascading down her cheeks are rivers and streams overflowing with too much water, drenching the soil around it- her mascara. Her eyelashes flutter like the wings of a butterfly as it closes shut.

I kiss her eyelids, feeling it quiver beneath my lips. She is strong- a force to behold. She holds waves inside of her with only butterfly wings.

I suppose we all have worlds inside us, and in those worlds are wars. The wars keep us awake at night or leave us worn down to the bone. Sometimes we are able to fight our enemies, or at least keep them at bay, and flash a smile so the world outside of us won't be perturbed. Wars like these- they slowly rip and tear the life, the forests.

She is the world- my world, and I hold her in my arms. I pray that my arms are helping in some way. It shows her that she doesn't have to carry the world by herself.

How lucky am I to hold the world in my arms?

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Written 7/25/19

Changed the title from "My Forest" to "Her Forest"

Prompt: Green eyes with tears

I didn't expect to delve so deep in this prompt and I really like how this turned out!