Eyes

Eyes

A Poem by DeadDreamer

Your eyes were my favorite place

shining bright like the headlights

of cars passing us by

as we lay entwined.

You whispered sweet words

into my ears

and kissed me.

It was only us

alone in the world.

Life was moving forward

and leaving us behind.

We did not mind.

It was a perfect thing.


Your eyes are my favorite place

as I watch them love another

the way I was once loved by them.

© 2014 DeadDreamer


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I found that last stanza to be quite haunting, admirable delivery throughout. Why not just cut out his eyes? Then you'd see straight into his soul and maybe find your reflection

Posted 9 Years Ago


I like your sentiment in this, but it could use some tweaking to strengthen your verses and make them more precise.

Shinning bright like (the) headlight
Of the cars passing us by (the problem here becomes the double use of ‘the’.

‘In to my cold dying ears’ This line through me.

‘And kissed me like the world was just the two of us,’ (I know you mean, as if you’re the only two in the world, but the way it’s worded, it reads ‘like the world was just the two of us,’ it reads a bit awkward.

I enjoyed reading: two lovers, once held in the grip of emotional embrace ‘love’, but then lost, now one watches from a distance, seeing her once ‘true love’ now using those eyes to peer at another.



Posted 9 Years Ago


DeadDreamer

9 Years Ago

I'm so glad you reviewed this for me. It was a bit rough, I do admit. I made a few changes though. I.. read more
Jack Wolfe

9 Years Ago

It read smoother. I'd drop 'it was only us' down a line, just to keep pace. Well done.

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Added on August 21, 2014
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Tags: love, romance, fantasy, poetry

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