When I looked into those irises
I was sure I was avoiding a crisis.
Those eyes made me feel lost.
I could say I was lost in her eyes but I was also lost in her eyes .
She looked back at me with her eyes and I couldn't look back.
A moment of avoidance ,
Into a void, my mind danced and stumbled.
Her eyes , I loathe them.
Through the seasons they changed.
From one fall to three , I leave those eyes behind. To never seek them and to never see them.
For moments , I felt safe. Those judging eyes couldn't Peirce me anymore.
But only for moment as I see those eyes again , filled with lies and blame.
My eyes lost and betrayed .
Having only moments of peace to only have the eyes I once favored were once .
I could never face them , but they're stained into my sight.
They burn my soul.
Once eyes full of color are now stained , seeking a hue to inspire change.
A hurtful gaze, and one full of hope.
My eyes wonder and Wondering.
Through the mending .
Her gaze hurts no more.
I can see now.
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Poems
PoetryThese are things I just write, I don't write poetry and I can't say I'm good at all. But these all have a part of me I them. Hope you enjoy and tell me what you think they mean.
