![]() SylvieA Poem by seren
Madness screams in your eyes,
A museum of concealed truths and lies Of untamed rage and unhealed scars, An artwork of euphoric disguise. So busy yet so empty, Loneliness that they bury, Bitter behind those sweet gazes And I wonder if anyone notices. Do your eyes ever smile? Do your eyes ever feel alive? Questions and expressions Arose as we sipped wine Whilst describing our eyes as something So oddly, madly, dead to define. And I loved it, The way we perceived each other's eyes. I remember your fumbled words, As you struggled to frame sentences In your messed up position, Yet our poorly structured conversations Were perfect enough for me To write us poetry. © 2024 serenFeatured Review
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