You stared at me with those lifeless eyes, but I saw some kind of light in them. Maybe it was just my imagination, my mind playing tricks on my vision, but I still had hope that maybe you weren't a lost cause. That maybe, just maybe, there was a way to save you.
But people say that eyes are the way to a person's soul. And I didn't want to believe that your soul was just as empty and dead as your eyes were.
YOU ARE READING
Letters for her
شِعرThis is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art...
