I love your eyes.
They've seen everything.
The light.
The dark.
The good.
The bad.
You've seen fantasies and dreams,
But also horrors and nightmares.
And I can see that.
I can see how you've felt and the struggles you've gone through.
I can see the life you've lived,
But I also see the pain from death.
You've been alone and have felt nothing but sadness.
But you've also felt joy from your own company.
You've been surrounded by people and have felt left out,
But they always come back to give you a hug.
You've smiled many laughs,
And cried many tears.
You've been through so much,
And you've ended up here.
I'm proud of you.
And your eyes.
Your beautiful, amazing eyes.
YOU ARE READING
The Harder Part of Life - Poetry
PoetryYes, this is poetry. You probably won't like it or relate to it but aye give it a go. If you're looking at poetry books on here, you're obviously a creative and open soul so you might be able to empathise with me. I don't know. NOTE: My earlier poe...
