Your eyes are like a honey comb with that beautiful hint of a green leaf as it falls from the tree exposing that fall is approaching.
Your eyes caught my attention at all moments in our life.
When we would get intimate and all I could see was your eyes as you stared at me as if I was the only girl in the world, but your eyes also brought a deep feeling of shame upon me as when we where intimate I was your first in every way shape or form but for me you where far from the first, very far.
I wish the first time I had ever let a boy touch my hidden flower it had been your eyes I was staring into instead of a dark brown that held no light or happiness.
My regret somehow can't leave my mind that I didn't save myself for you even though I had no idea of when you would arrive.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryWe're all creating different stories that end the same, don't regret yours. Please do not steal or take my work as your own. I would leave to hear feedback!
