The Eyes that hold STARS
twinkling universe in your eyes
I see the world in your eyes,
My world stops when I look into your eyes
The eyes that hold stars,
Shines brighter
The eyes that hold onto the ocean
Soo deep yet terrifies sometimes
When I firm gaze on you
I can see through your eyes
All those untold emotions
The hurtful, regretful stories
All run through like a flash
People saw your eyes like an art or poetry . Not knowing that those eyes have hold the most traumas and hardest goodbyes
Is this only me who can see this?
Nobody else can see this?
Perhaps I have the power to see through your eyes,
Or perhaps I can feel your sights
But somehow I was astonished too,
To see those things that you hide
I'm afraid if I told you about this,
You will never look into my eyes
For which I'm not ready
I don't want you to leave me
After all your eyes are still ocean
One is desperately willingly to die in it..
About the Creator
Bella
'We are writers my love. We don't cry; we bleed on paper!'
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