Feb 2020
Those eyes,
those cold almond eyes,
that once were welcoming
at the sight of me,
like a warm welcoming home
But now they swallow me,
like the sea swallows
an old forgotten treasure
those cold almond eyes,
that once were welcoming
at the sight of me,
like a warm welcoming home
But now they swallow me,
like the sea swallows
an old forgotten treasure
About a curly haired barista I once fell for.
