Lost
"Get over his smile." They all say that, but it's hard. "Get over his eyes." How? He has chocolate brown eyes. "Get over his looks." I'll try. But now what's left? I think. And now I realize. Under the mask he wears, he is conceited, and cocky. He isn't kind, but everyone gives in to his smile. He has a rich and resonant voice so wonderful, that no one cares what he says. But in the depths of his eyes, is a deep sadness. Not many can see it, but deep down, it's there. That's what makes me crazy. I want to know why he is sad. He has everything, but one look in his eyes and you know that he thinks he has nothing. And that makes me crazy. I want to know. I want to know why. But another look in his eyes and I'm lost. Completely lost.
Copyright © Jaycee Choi | Year Posted 2015
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