Fascination lies in his eyes that are filled with billion stars that you don't get to see in the bright sky,
Only in night they come alive, when darkness has eloped with his frights and lies.
When his skin seems a little rough to be touched but still protected by treacherous claws of this world.
I wonder about his heart that is no doubt, no different from mine,
But still I am agitated to think his heart isn't made with the mellowest touch and then filled with an inviolable kind of love.
His hands tells me a million stories and more with the dying night with an ecstatic tone and I aspire to hear them all.
I need to hear them all before I lose him to the morning.
But still the most fascinating things about his is those eyes,
The kind of eyes the great writers lost their sanity to.
The kind of eyes that makes me fall to discover their depth even when I know, I will never find my way out.
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And this time with something romantic and believe me writing this was har opd for someone as cynical as me but I hope you like this one too.
Tell me in the comment section what else could I do to improve my content and suggest me a few topic to write about.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
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Poesía"Cigarette or any other drugs don't nearly cause as much destruction as our thoughts do. So, don't leave them Unspoken" ****
