The Book of Poems

2/19/16 11:45 PM
His eyes
His eyes were beautiful. They were unlike anyone else's. The deep blue eyes locked with mine whenever I was there. I guess you could say the trans never broke. The ocean blue eyes. I will never forget the shine of them as the sun hit the flowing water. I could watch the waves crash on the sand forever. As his eyes painted a picture of beauty, his mouth spoke nothing but truth. His smile made everything that was bad in the world vanish.

But his heart sunk to the bottom, in deep dark way. I will forever miss his true beauty. As for it is forever lost in a shallow watery grave.