Σάββατο, 8 Φεβρουαρίου 2014

Her Eyes



The color of her eyes
Defines my feelings for her
Her feelings for me
Ups and downs
Phantasies that tend to fade
Confusion that dominates my being
A slave to wonder and beauty
Her beauty
A being flawless in my eyes
Yet flawed she is
For she cannot see the obvious
I do not truly know what love is
Lust and desperation often get confused
Never have I ever truly loved
Not in the way that I need
Empty kisses summarize my love life
My partners
For till now I have not been myself
Not truly
What does it truly mean for love to be requited?

Ευαγγελία Γλέζου (vagg)