Poetry For Her Eyes Novels & Stories

She was so frustrated after seeing her again and then losing her. "Lady, who are you?" Angela asked in the dim light, "And what exactly do you expect from me?" She reflected on the situation. She then noticed something. It was initially serene, which she mistook for a breeze. She later realized it was controlled muffled crying. It was emanating from the forbidden veranda. She took a step back, shaken. The wind blew coldly against her skin, making her want to run, but as the crying became clearer, she recognized the voice.

I don't care if their burdens transfer on me, as long as they're happy. "By the way, I want to show this short poem that I wrote last night. Let me know what you think." He handed me the crumpled piece of paper from his bag. I was reincarnated because of your eyes Forest under eyelids The ember we lit in February Remained in my heart But how long do I have to hide? How long will it take for me to finally say the words? The words that swirl on my lips Waiting for other lips to free them The rivulet on your palm

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not notice the droplets of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this sadness , this pain, this heartache, A pain within t

I can’t take my eyes off him. "Different worlds are not enough to keep us apart." I stared at him as he said those words to me. I can smell his enchanting scent because of how close we are to each other. His face was blurry. The only thing that I could see clearly are his eyes; those eyes that express more than one emotion. Eyes that sparkle the same way the fireflies danced around us. It’s as if I can see through his soul because of it. We are smiling at each other while lying on the grass, under the bright full moon.

She asked I suddenly remembered the small poem in the book I have shared with Lea "Think of me, our time might come to an end. In a blink, you might be blind to see me." "I am on the brink of the cliff, can you catch me? I am shrinking, will you see me?" "In a wink, there's only one eye. In a heart, there's only one side" I haven't given attention to it but, it did affect me. Little did I know, it was the end

Could it be that he got fed up with me or he lost interest in me but there again if my own family left me why won't someone I met not long ago. Thinking of this I did not realize the droplet of water that flowed through my eyes . You never really know how much someone means to you until you loose that person . There is a pain within this heart, My pain within my sadness through my eyes, My eyes are like a burden that you can see right through, No pain I ever felt was that single broken heart that, There is way out of this pain but somehow I can't see it , See the light , the hope ,the happiness I once wanted to feel , Now I ever feel is this saddness , this pain, this heartache, A pain withi

Is it me or are her eyes even more emerald tonight? Even in the dim lighting, her eyes are a radiant hue of green that speaks to the soul of the beast within me. They remind me of fresh rows of evergreen pastures, saturated with new blooms. I feel the beast in me lie down in submission at the look of her jade eyes. That bright color is so bold and striking, so inviting and tempting. Damn this witch vixen.

No matter what angle she looked at it from, he always seemed to be staring back at her, like he was actually present in his own funeral, trying to communicate with her, aiming to make his presence known somehow. Or maybe she was just overexaggerating, or stressed, or both. In the process of crying, however, tiny teardrops landed on the note she held, forcing her to continue reading, despite her burdened heart. Yomi's poem reads: I wait to see you when I wake and dream of you at night, There is nothing I would rather gaze at than this sight. Your face is so exquisite that I forget how to speak, And with every visit to your beauty I become more weak.

She struggled to keep her eyes open, her words were almost inaudible, thanks to the effect of the alcohol, but there was a hint of sadness in her voice, conveying truth in the words she just babbled. Adonis found himself peering intently into her eyes. Her eyes were a mesmerizing shade of green, like the leaves of a summer forest, and they seemed to sparkle with intelligence and humor. They were large and expressive, framed by long, thick lashes that seemed to go on for miles, making them look even more alluring. She was so young and vulnerable. A profound sadness lingered in her eyes as she spoke, conveying a deep sense of hurt. It was abundantly clear that she was struggling with a great d

She took the book from the table and placed it in between us, took both of the bird eyes and put one on each of my palm. " What are these?" I was just being curious. " A vulture's eyes", she snapped and continued rummaging through the pages of the book. The eyes were still moist, as if it was just cut out from the poor vulture. She took few drops of each of the liquid and rubbed on her palm. " I need your memories of her to determine where she is", she closed my palm in with the eyes, " so I need you to think about her, create her picture in your mind", I nodded.