Those eyes looked at me and made me realize of the careless world we were living in. No hopes, No expectations, just forcing our tired souls to continue trying forever.
Those eyes look at me
with pain,
And I fear to look at them straight;
Stares of help, cry and intense fright,
To this world full of hopeless cries.
A gaze that touches my fragile soul,
And explains a million words,
That are not yet told.
The audacity of those hazel spectrum,
pulls into a world with a,
Deep painful ocean.
A contact with
those desperate brunette hues,
makes you realize of your own recovering sews.
The windows to the intense soul,
speaks a lot about its bleeding holes.
—Nishka
age:15
