Your eyes, 

Cold, hard,

Dark as the night sky,

They stare at me,


Holding nothing but brittle air,

Saying nothing more than lost love



your eyes

once full of hope and light 

have become black holes in themselves 

sucking away everything that you once were.

your eyes

come back to me the one i used to know 

the one who would laugh so hard you would cry:

but this is a different kind of tears

these are one that are painful to let go 

and even more so to keep inside 

these are your eyes 

and you may think i can't see through them 

but i can:

well written amazing keep writing


Thank you, I'm quite the amateur writer but I'm trying to work on being the best writer I can be. 

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