Poetry

Within his eyes…

He had wonderful eyes.

Not the type which drowns you in,
But the type which makes you feel a little more alive.

The ones which look cold;
But deep inside, give warmth.

They were beautiful.
They made me feel beautiful.

But beneath those eyes, I could see emotions,
Or the things which he never told.
Some fears, some regrets.

The silence narrated stories,
With the soft roaring waves.
It held some secrets, some lies.

Something that was imperfectly perfect.

I found a ‘something’ in his ‘nothing’.
Something which I needed to hold on.
Some fears, some tears,
And some illusion!


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