You have wonderful eyes
Not the type which drown you in
But the type which makes me feel a little more alive.
The one which look cold,
But deep inside, give warmth
They are beautiful.
They make me feel beautiful.
But beneath those eyes, l could see emotions,
Or the things which you never told,
Some fear, some regrets.
The silence narrates stories,
Witg the soft roaring waves
It holds some secrets, some lies.
Something that was imperfect prefect
I find a something in your nothing
Something i need to hold on
Some fears, some tears
And some illusions.
From Mrs Bonaventure.