Sitting side by side he asks in a whispered voice,
"Whats the first thing you notice on a person"
I replied, "their eyes".
After a moments pause he asks me why
I explain that no matter what color or shade
An eye will tell you how deep there secrets go,
How much they love
Or how sad their heart is
Eyes will tell you how passionate a person is
Or how dark the deepest pits of them are.
When i look at you, i see all the good things, and the not so good things.
Everyone thinks the mouth spills secrets and lies
But i promise you, its all in the eyes.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:32 AM UTC
I use my eyes to see
As anyone else would
I see the colors all around me and the faces of those I love
I love my eyes for they let me see things some can't
Like the expression on your face when you make a mistake
Or the rare smile that you hide
But now my eyes are tired
Dark circles surround them
And my vision is slowly getting duller
The world seems to be turning into a monochrome mess
I couldn't even tell when the red under your eyes
Had turned to the same black as mine
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC
summer nights
fairy lights
women rights
skinny tights
we ended up with
lovers' fights
plain as day
you took away
a sunshine ray
left me with
no words to say
feelings fade
a girl's parade
to hold her head high
and hide the mess you made
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
Why all beings have
Their own grasped idea
When they hear
The word love
Why do people
Still pretend
To know its bounds
And what lies behind
Why are they seeking
Definitions and explanations
And ask "will it go too far,
Or just cease with a blur"
Why do others
Get afraid to take again
A step or two
And see a result
Why most people
Hesitate to trust
Thinking they would
Break like fallen glass
Why others do not want
To have this bliss again
Doubtful if they can
Correct the past mistakes
Why some feelings
Were left unspoken
So it would not lead
To ruins of valued things
Why does the mouth
Speaks lies and fiction
Contradicting the rush
Of the flow of the rhyme
Why others perceive
That love can hurt
Yet others believe
It is worth a chance
Why does love
Don't have rules
A set of definite,
Precise expressions
Love may be a whisper
And it indeed varies
Unpredictable
Comes in a surprise
No one can decode
The complexity of it
The only thing you can do
Is to ask "why"
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:20 AM UTC
I call him a monster
when I write about him.
Because I can't imagine
a person would do what he did.
Make him a story, a monster,
Not a human, he can't be.
He couldn't understand the word no,
Nor the pleading and the tears.
He cannot be a person,
with a family, friends,
who listens to old rock music
and eats take out Chinese food on Saturdays.
He can't be a person,
I don't understand.
Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC