Eyes — the quietest form of speech,
Their depths go deeper than words can reach,
A gaze that lingers from afar,
A quiet flame, a fading star.
A silent nexus filled the air,
Where banter bloomed through every stare.
Soft lips quiver to confess,
The hesitation to avow a mess.
Two distant roads intersect,
Where we meet, but never reflect.
One waiting to be loved,
The other unaware, he's beloved.
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Author:
Cirawrites01 (
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- Published: April 23rd, 2025 00:31
- Category: Love
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Comments2
For me the first line already drew me in, the poem beholds its sense of mystery though it tells a tale or tales. It beholds the veils that are wrapped over the wordings. I enjoyed the read!
thank you so much for reading the poem
Well written!!!
tankz i tried to capture it all...
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