There is a poem that has never been written.
Unheard, Unspoken.

How do you do that with your eyes?
Eyes that have the same colour like the ocean
Everytime i looked at it
My heart beats so fast like never before.

It telling me words unspoken
It made me fall into the deepest ocean
It made me flew to the highest atmosphere
A true beauty
Came from your eyes.

Unspoken things,
Wrapped in a smile;
Unsaid feelings,
Behind that gaze.
Together, we kept it in a secret
Called "just friends".

This time my intentions are pure.
This time my feelings are true.
This time my heart is sure.

But, this time you're not here anymore.

the words that whisper inside your head,

the thoughts that hang on feeble thread

sowing silent stories inside your mind,

unwritten, lost, the kind

that never reach the lips.

the conversations exchanged in glances

in the darkness of night, an eye that dances

I hold my breath and let my eyes speak

"what are you thinking”

“I don’t know"

but in all honesty

I'm thinking,

I'm weak.

We were born
before the sighs
of surrender

before the twilight
whispered crescendo

before the sad sound
of the wind ―

Ere the raw truth
that tells a story
     through
"eyes that are
the windows
   of the soul" ―

We were born
with eyes wide
        open
     with tears
    that well up
of truth unspoken,

  love arising
        like
a budding flower,..

metamorphosis
of fertile heart ―

The wheel of life
turns unbound
an outgoing tide

   as certain as
    continuum
       abides ―
an unbroken lariat
  until the knot
  comes untied

A lonesome dove coos
  perched upon
deserted garden gate;
its gentle plea segued
into a silent prayer ―

Seasons change;
   supple buds
of forlorn love
― wither,

unsure if we’re alone
         or if
we’re alone together (?)!


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