photo credits of one of my favourite actors whom i thought would suit this poem (https://www.google.co.za/search?q=nick+robinson+photoshoot&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwiXiYaTke3UAhVfF8AKHdavC2IQ_AUICigB&biw=1280&bih=894#imgrc=t_JI1ZIeGht2IM:)
She walks in.
Feeling the pressure of the piercing eyes against
Her bare face and un-brushed hair.
The walls echoing the harsh words.
Yet that all didn’t matter.
Because the only piercing eyes that mattered
Was brown set looking at the old guitar
As if it was being strummed so perfectly
To the strings in his head.
One look is all it took
To make her feel as if they were in another universe.
Where breathing didn’t matter.
Nothing mattered.
Besides the touch of his bottom lip.
Slowly drawing her soul in with every breath he inhaled.
Her heart was never to be given away,
But somehow he has stolen it
Without a word flowing from his tongue,
But only the words coming from his heart
Flowing out his chest.
She could feel it.
And that's why,
The piercing eyes didn’t matter.
- KJW
Hello Beautiful humans! 🐥💛
I'm so sorry i haven't posted in a while.
I've been quite busy for a teenage girl actually haha
But i shall try my best to post a little more often from now on!
Hope you enjoyed this piece, and may you all have a blessed night. 🌙