Your eyes are broken:
big, brown, sad.
The half-smile that lies on your lips
never quite reaches them.
I don’t sleep at night
because it’s those eyes I see
in the dark.
They are haunting, and beautifully so.
When I catch them with mine,
they plead.
Are you aware?
They must be deceiving you.
They're deceiving me.
1 comment:
I adore this.
-Nathan R
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