He had wonderful eyes.
Not the type which makes you feel lost,
But the ones which makes you feel those butterflies.
The ones which look cold,
But are warm and dreamy.
They were quiet,
But beneath those eyes,
Were thousands of emotions,
Some fears,some tears.
Something that was meant to be mine.
I found something to hold on,
In those empty eyes of yours.
He had wonderful eyes.
The eyes that made me realise,
That what I see in them is just an illusion.