By Olivia Sukari
your eyes are bittersweet.
they are the leaves on autumn days
and defrosting hands in sun rays.
your eyes are a romantic tragedy.
they tell a story
that the words of wise poetry
stare at with envy.
because poets like me,
we search far and wide
through every dictionary
to describe the pain in your eyes.
they are filled with trauma,
haunted by memories
and stained with tears.
yet every time our eyes meet
I am filled with something sweet,
the sensation of feeling complete.
your eyes are bitter but they are not cold.
they are the sweetness I’ll seek when I’m old.
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