Those eyes were like a dark,
deep, never ending hole,
where broken promise,
and shattered dreams gathered.
Where unshed tears formed an ocean,
and every bit of happiness downed in it.
Those empty eyes,
they held a lot.
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Those Eyes | A Poetry Collection ✔
PoetryI could write a million poems, about this stranger, with deep blue eyes, often messy hair, A tall figure, and an expressionless face. I could write, But I'm afraid to. Because it feels like if I start, It'll take forever to stop. *A poetry collecti...
