Eyes

He has grey hair in our age

height complexes

and an attitude to hide it.

It's easy to say that I like him when he departs from my side,

It's hard to say that I want him when I hear your name on the side.

And still, I do not look him in the eyes,

because seeing his eyes and knowing the colour of them is knowing

that I have fallen once more and I have been defeated

with a heart already delivered.



T.A.