Still struggling for anonymity
Were two eyes,
With a hint of fear
Clinging to the eyelashes
Those eyes were alarmingly pretty
Easily the most attractive thing in the room
They spread warmth in the room
the kind of warmth you get from a fireplace
On a cold winter night.
Those eyes blinked to the world,
After an indefinite period of time
They sensed animosity in the atmosphere
A treacherous smile
Staring from the corner
While the walls whispered ugly things about them
One big push,the eyes became flushed with water
Struggling to open up
The freshwater conquered the saline water in them
A hand gently shut them,
And made a prayer
Another baby girl died,
Minutes after she was born.
Words are her best friends and poetry the best place to hangout with them. 20,acts 10,Engineer by chance,loves deep meaningful conversations over latte,interested in psychology,fiction fan,incurable romantic.