In His Eyes
By maliaka
The night is still with only sounds of trees and soft melodies to warm me trees echo with whispers of yesterday the make me remember all the things he's told me Beautiful and full and rich with color without those memories the air would lose it's breath and die crossing my arms now, hand on chin the truth comes to me so suddenly he keeps me alive though I don't need his touch to calm me his energy fills me more than anything the night is darker it's embers fill the room much like the embers of his eyesHi everyone! I wrote this poem as a school assignment almost 2 years ago. My teacher loved it so I thought I'd get more opinions on it. In my own opinion, I think the subject isn't very focused. What do you all think? And be honest please:) Written November 23rd, 2001 © on Nov 23 2001 05:53 AM PST 18 • 0 • 8
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