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[only-anonymously-me]

Looks

Tanned skin

and dark eyes.

Eyes filled with something.

But that something,

is unknown to me.

For what is the difference

between friend and lover,

when all I can see

are someone’s pupils.

And although I can see,

I am unaware of what

he sees back.

How could he ever

see back?

-Me

[only-anonymously-me]

An Exchange

Lined up,

glances inside

Curious as to what she would be wearing,

curious as to what we would be taught.

We entered,

slowly.

Each greeting her as we passed by.

Taking our seats

taking out notebooks.

We waited,

curiously.

Walking up to the front,

she began to talk.

Talked

in a way that was a conversation;

An exchange of knowledge,

For passion.

How we forgot,

that the knowledge we basked in

and the passion we presented,

was temporary.

How did we forget?

Or rather

how could we remember?

For upon entering,

time stopped.

There became no past or future

no regret or worry

no anything.

Except now.

The present.

- Me

P.S. this is the first poem I’ve ever written, so any feedback would be appreciated ❤️

[only-anonymously-me]

And I often wonder why we call it tears, not colorless blood ?

Why is it weeping not bleeding the pain from eyes ?

- Anchal from hear me

[only-anonymously-me]

“Thinking is the most unhealthy thing in the world, and people die of it just as they die of any other disease.”

— Oscar Wilde