Mystery ❤

The way his carefree soul

Couldn’t fly sometimes,

For it felt heavy and empty at the same time;

The way his eyes shined,

But were hollow;

How his lips curved into a

Strained smile.

Never could I understand

His tender gaze,

Or storms that rise in his placid seas;

Maybe, it seems,

As fascinating as they are,

Certain things should be left

As mysteries.