His Eyes


The way he stares,

makes me turn lush,

for eyes he glares,at me turn


I see myself in his eyes,

the want in his glare to have me

there in sighs.

And I said my share of words to spare,

our feelings from the past lies,

to retrieve a better sight of ties.(poems go here)

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