You're eyes, they sparkled like the sea.
They told of great stories of you're past,
And held secrets of you're present.
Those eyes looked caring, warm, and kind.
They not once looked of darkness
Because they not once thought of such things.
My darling, you're eyes are indeed the window to you're soul.
You're sweet and mysterious soul
That intrigued me like none other.
That soul that consumed me
Without a thought - only but of pure feeling.
But those eyes, they lie.
They tell a false story that is believed by many,
But not by me.
Because those eyes that once sparkled like the sea
Are now completely dull and lifeless.
Those eyes are a beautiful disaster.
Hey everyone, thanks so much for reading. On this piece I got a bit personal, and I don't really know how I feel about posting it, but sometimes you just have to put things on the table. Go out there and do what scares you. Because you never know what may happen.
All thoughts are welcome and appreciated!