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