Poetry (words)

Broken eyes

Broken eyes. Do they see through the charade? Does it take something broken to understand? 

Just glances, but burning to the core, soul searching at depths you weren’t aware of. 

Touching distance, but without the need. On the surface it’s a quiet understanding, but you’re one step away from aching. 


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