From within

Her eyes carried 

a certain kind

of silence and desire,  

that begged 

and yet screamed out 

to be heard

and understood. 

I felt as if I was who she was thinking of,

staring with eager and deepness,

only I could identify.

In her eyes I see us, 

into my eyes, hers burns.  

Not even stars in the sky, 

could compare to the stars in her eyes. 

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it feels like self reflection
sometimes we stop to look at who we are and what we've become and it can be surprising.