My soul sinks in your eyes,
like dusk into the sea,
losing every shore it knew,
forgetting how to flee.
There's something in your gaze
that pulls me underneath—
a quiet kind of gravity,
a tenderness too deep.
I search your eyes for answers,
but find a thousand skies,
and every time I look away,
my soul sinks back inside.
So if you ever wonder
where the lost parts of me lie,
they're somewhere in the silence
that lives behind your eyes.
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