The eyes
I was riding my bike,
Thinking about the worst days in my life.
Then the cold Breeze blew in the summer heat.
I looked up front,
A scooty in my front,
with something shining.
It was her,Brightly riding.
Now the cold Breeze made sense
It was her golden presence.
Our eyes met.
Each with a different spark.
Her dad was behind her,
With his tyrant eyes scolding mine.
Our eyes met only for a minute
and repelled away.
The gods were against us.
I gave up and left.
The thoughts were no longer about
pain, suffering and guilty,
it was all about her beauty.
My old friend saw me,
and we spent the next few mins,
talking and ranting.
His eyes conveyed the time when
we were happy and enjoying.
My heart yet ached for her eyes.
I left.
Few distances later
she was right infront of me.
The gods were with us.
Our eyes met again
Her dad's eyes didn't cross now.
It was all us.
Our eyes spoke the feeling of confusion.
Is he the one?
Is she the one?
But now my heart was already tired of eyes
and left.......
© @broken_piece
Thinking about the worst days in my life.
Then the cold Breeze blew in the summer heat.
I looked up front,
A scooty in my front,
with something shining.
It was her,Brightly riding.
Now the cold Breeze made sense
It was her golden presence.
Our eyes met.
Each with a different spark.
Her dad was behind her,
With his tyrant eyes scolding mine.
Our eyes met only for a minute
and repelled away.
The gods were against us.
I gave up and left.
The thoughts were no longer about
pain, suffering and guilty,
it was all about her beauty.
My old friend saw me,
and we spent the next few mins,
talking and ranting.
His eyes conveyed the time when
we were happy and enjoying.
My heart yet ached for her eyes.
I left.
Few distances later
she was right infront of me.
The gods were with us.
Our eyes met again
Her dad's eyes didn't cross now.
It was all us.
Our eyes spoke the feeling of confusion.
Is he the one?
Is she the one?
But now my heart was already tired of eyes
and left.......
© @broken_piece