#beautifulwriting
People used to say you can see someone's story,
Just by looking deep into their eyes, their soul.
I never understood what that meant, not really.
Until that one day, I ended up seeing it for myself.
That deep aura, in those gorgeous ocean eyes.
Orbs anyone would give anything just for a glimpse.
Nobody realised, or they didn't bother to see the reality,
That girl was drowning in her own gorgeous ocean eyes.
I saw the light in his eyes vanish,
that gentle curiosity I touched upon, banished.
Turning colder, distant, until ashen of a memory remained.
Until I was alone, trapped, and in this world, I was chained.
I finally looked deep, really deep.
Not just in others, in me too.
And oh, don't their eyes weep,
to be seen, and trying to pull through.
I understood now, I saw their stories, deep within.
I glanced deep into their eyes, memorising every piece of their souls.
I truly understood what the life in people's eyes meant.
They say what words can't.
I understood while his eyes brightened,
free at last, beyond this world.
But mine dimmed, bound to the silence he left,
Unable to live without the first light that found me.
Sep 20, 2025
Sep 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
I was far too lost in how beautifully striking they were
Too lost to notice the withered with age
Then cracked when I touched to admire
Morose exhaled the death of these fine flowers
Dried out of love and beauty
They collected dust where hues of livid red and snow white displayed themselves.
A bundle of frail, wrinkled flowers, xeric and unrecognizable
I still felt their beauty through their destitute for the eath and its pure spring
They ate themselves until they were nothing but ash and stems
But I still felt their beauty, as I gathered the remains,
I buried them in the back of my mind
I buried them somewhere
BEAUTIFUL
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 10:48 AM UTC