Just look at those eyes,
pretty, wild, and enchanting,
it was a wonderful evening,
and the song was playing,
people were dancing,
and the innocents were leaving.
Some people,
they want wars,
they prefer to burn a beautiful garden,
just to make sure they will win,
and some will lose.
Some people,
they want love,
they prefer to lose an argument rather than losing the person,
just to make sure they will spread the love,
and some will get the love.
Malevolent eyes,
what I usually call them,
bright,
clear,
and wonderful creation of God,
just by looking at them,
life will never be the same,
hatred is hidden behind a nice "hello",
and to make sure you will go,
down,
they will make you suffer,
and slowly steal your dignity,
and personality,
and that is how,
they slowly kill something in you.
- Author: fikrioshin (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 10th, 2024 07:13
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 4
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