His Eyes

His Eyes

"This poem was written by our amazing friend and supporter Noor Duncan. She's been very supportive and now its our turn"

Those eyes, soft as silk and warm as the spring days.
The waves of Poseidons' seas hed the same color as those eyes,
His eyes, they searched and scanned every inch of the world and tries,
To see the beauty of something alive but dying.

Those eyes, were like the waves of a settling sea, calm.
But eventually those eyes were no longer bittersweet.
They were haunted by expectation he could no longer meet.
So the only thing that would drown his mind was that clear drink.

Those eyes, once soft were ice cold and bloodshot.
Those eyes, matched the taste of awfully good kisses on the lips of random strangers.
Those eyes, would water and tear up with every shot of whatever was in his glass.
Those eyes, I would feel burning holes in the back of my head in class.

Those eyes, held thoughtless secrets from the dying world he once tried to love,
From the girl he tried to love.
From then on, his words were a leech to me, so hard to dispose of.
And forever his lips kept a smirk of hidden pain, hidden from the surface of his once settling waters.

Those eyes, stared blankly to the skies above, reflecting the contents of a scarred heart,
Those eyes, were so hard to part.
Especially since those eyes would remain staring at the sky, with the finished bottle in his limp hand, and blood beneath him. Staring dead to the sky, his eyes.