your hair is drenched in vinegar,
ever aloft in skies of amber,
In soothing way it echoes with wind,
Your eyes as pearls hidden in the trenches,
Those so called trenches are your eyelids,
ripples caused upon it yet when
You open your eyes,
your eyes strike wonder to world
as dull sea kisses shore,
You are evermore,
My reason of wellness and good health,
My peace and solace is you,
your eyes keeps finding me vulnerable moments so,
You stare at me in pity,
in awe,
in desire to hear
Such like you stare into gallery of art yet i must confess that such
beauty lingering towards me is a gift i can't digest.
Sep 15, 2025
Sep 15, 2025 at 1:10 AM UTC
your hair is drenched in vinegar,
ever aloft in skies of amber,
In soothing way it echoes with wind,
Your eyes as pearls hidden in the trenches,
Those so called trenches are your eyelids,
ripples caused upon it yet when
You open your eyes,
your eyes strike wonder to world
as dull sea kisses shore,
You are evermore,
My reason of wellness and good health,
My peace and solace is you,
your eyes keeps finding me vulnerable moments so,
You stare at me in pity,
in awe,
in desire to hear
Such like you stare into gallery of art yet i must confess that such
beauty lingering towards me is a gift i can't digest.
This poem was written because i saw a beautiful woman who just stared at me for 3 minutes so yeah, i over dramatise stuff