"Eyes & Stares."

Summary: Are the eyes more than an unlimited fantasy or simply just the most beautiful possessions in our body?

Two shining little planets
said to be called the windows of the soul
make you fall in a hole
and catch your heart in a net.

Winking majestically in slow motion
they make you lose the sense of notion
as hair moves swiftly besides each of them
and force your body to a state of phlegm.

Catching glimpses of colors from blue to grey
like beautiful dews on a morning in May
with light they shine so bright
as my heart beats with delight.

Changing moods in a blink
more like in a bare wink
they make you lose control
as you stand stuck like a bole.

Looking for answers to questions
yet ignoring the everlasting tensions
they stare with confidence and eagerness
while filling my whole being with weakness.

Oh! What small unique wonders we possess!
From faraway paradises they bless
either smiling, crying, or staring
to the mere soul, so daring.

Expressing a thousand feelings
as if you were simply dreaming
with never ending stories to tell
hypnotizing everyone with a spell.

Why oh why do they have to shut down forever one day?

"Unrealness."

The sharp look of his eyes

stare at mine with deep emotion

running hundreds of paths and miles

emotionally searching for my heart's devotion.

I do nothing but stare

mesmerized by their intense vision

trapping me in a snare

immersed with huge indecision.

Does he want me or does he want me not?

Though he smiles at me with joy

and is just a boy

he fills my stomach with knots.

Moments and seconds pass

yet we don't stop looking at each other

standing in a bunch of grass

not caring what's happening any further.

Are my feelings confused

or are they just dream fused

in such impossible thoughts

merely incapable of joining the dots?

Helplessly I'm falling into an imaginary pit

his curly hair moves perfectly with the wind

besides a light so dimly lit

and a bird so colorfully winged.

He leans and takes my hand

holds it firmly like if I'm in demand

stroking it with kindness

below the Sun's brightness.

The wind blows through my hair

icy cold waves rush against my skin

as I notice the jealous girls' stares

not even having any idea of how happy we've been...

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A few months passed

our attraction didn't surpass

guess he didn't need me

never even loved me.

What in the world did I need to be, so that I had been the "perfect" girl for him? Everything's now a memory,

just living forever in a state of ever lasting reverie.