The eyes have a face,
unto themselves,
sincerities confessional
As the ears trace the mind,
weary and irksome shames,
knowing the hearts flutters,
pausing the wrapping of the
heart.
Deciding what may be seen,
she is a tragedy,
unveiling
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 1:51 PM UTC
The eyes have a face,
unto themselves,
sincerities confessional
As the ears trace the mind,
weary and irksome shames,
knowing the hearts flutters,
pausing the wrapping of the
heart.
Deciding what may be seen,
she is a tragedy,
unveiling
This is a poem about the discovery of trust and examination of eachothers empathy