*Here are some songs
that my heart sang.*
Broken, battered, but beautiful, I hope you get to see this book as I do. For it whispers secrets that were never said, and carries a bittersweet taste.
And a promise, of everlasting hope.
Lets trace these p...
P.S This poetry is based on the thoughts behind stares. So often said, most people find theselves staring twice at people. Let me correct myself, gorgeous people. That stare isn't honest. And I wrote this, based on the concept that staring at random gorgeous girls, whom won't even be talked to, purely for desire is not right.
I wrote this as both a men, and a women's P.O.V. I feel like the poetry explains itself well.
For I do feel a bit awkward, trying to explain it all.
I hope I don't have to repeat myself twice. For anyone bursting with questions, feel free to check out my 'Poet's Note'. That should help enough.
Thank you.
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My eyes close by themselves, Eager to see. Yet, Some people are meant to be seen, With more love and care, With more respect.
And that very respect inside me, Guides me to look away. For you aren't an object made to be seen, Based on the feelings inside, That I'm trying to hide.
Thoughts, Thick and Wide, Float everywhere. Sometimes, Leaking into my eyes, So I end up staring, And then, Out of the blue, I smile.
It is a mere reaction, Caused by unseeable thoughts. Creating a barrier, Between each, Spreading down, Each feeling, Carefully, Wide, Eager to be understood, Not hastily acted upon.
And so I think, Far too much. It can't be helped, You become more, Everytime, My eyes fall upon you.
A goodness, A gift, Wrapped with a perfect bow. And my fingers inch, To open the gift and find out, What's inside, Wrapped carefuly, With silk.
My heartache grows, When I close my eyes, And guide darkness, To meet.
For you hold the light, Of the whole universe, In that simple smile. And I find myself, Almost scared, To see.
What more wonders will fill those eyes? Dreams, Thoughts, Secrets? Is this what I'm supposed to hide, For the thought of them being spotted, scares me?
And so I close my eyes, Ignroing my heartbeat. And you fade away, And it is only darkness, Not light, That greets me.
