I went behind the house,
to the old garden.
No one came here anymore.
It was old
overgrown
forgotten.
Most of my family called
waste of space
waste of time to fix
its ugly
Don't bother.
I looked at it differently.
I saw the beauty.
It was hidden,
the weeds were a mess,
but they were intertwined beautifully.
Then as i stood, the light hit it.
The place lit up.
After a while
i left.
Leaving it,
to sit alone,
but it sat beautifully,
even in its ugly.

I was on a walk in the park,
when i saw him.
At first i noticed his hands,
and how they were ***** and were obviously worked hard.
I then saw his clothes,
they screamed money, power.
He looked young, about 17.
I then went to his face,
his jaw could cut diamonds, it was that defined.
His lips were soft looking,
almost like satin.
I then went to his eyes,
oh how i knew they held secrets.
If i had not looked closer,
i would have missed the sadness they held.
They looked like they held a secret,
they looked so lost.
He seemed to tell his story with only the hurt in his eyes,
but then not tell you why,
why he was so cold.
I knew he was cold,
because even though his eyes said hurt,
they also held walls.
The kind that go up once you have been hurt.
His eyes were locked on mine.
He walked to me,
his walk definitely screamed confidence.
He stopped,
i took this as an opportunity.
To gaze back into his eyes.
They still said sadness,
the screamed things,
things that made my heart swell.
Neglect,
Loneliness,
Unloved,
and so much more.
His eyes gazed over then back to me.  
I offered a weak smile.
He just stared back,
then slowly made it over to me.
Lets just say i hope i get to see the mystery behind his eyes.