Dark brown eyes
Silky, salty undefined
I watch them from afar
Every step I take, I glance back
To catch that glimpse
Momentary
But piercing.
I try to speak with my mouth
But the words crawl back up my throat.
Slowly, suffocating, scratching
The words won't come.
But if my eyes can speak,
Let them tell you how I feel
How I have watched, and waited
Longed and debated
How I can be there?
Support you and care?
Instead I blink.
And the moment passes.
My lips were frozen for an instant.
Teach me how to move,
Teach me how to speak.
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Ponderings and Poetry
PoetryThe thoughts and ponderings of a twenty something that wants to make sense of this big bad world. Lots of the poems and descriptions focus on mental health and depression.
