When your eyes speak volumes, they read like books;
saddly they're lost in nooks with torn pages.
In darkened halls I search for ages... look!
Found at last, I scroll through them for changes.

A sullen blink; a flip, a broken seam.
A dusty, covered gleam and faded rings.
Tattered, hopeless frailty embeds your very theme,
yet once seen, I see what attention brings.

I take time starring in your eyes awhile.
The dust falls away; a discovered smile.

01/29/2015

Posted on 01/30/2015
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