Bedroom Eyes

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His bedroom eyes were a brown-green disguise that hid the lies and all the fears of his life. I fell into them with great surprise and for a second i could rise without falling.
Free falling through time.
Falling.
We fell.

His bedroom eyes were a perfect guise and they cried.
Oh how they cried on the inside.

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Published by Ryon Maverick

Born in Doncaster, I’m a gay writer with a passion for exploring life, love, and everything in between. I share personal stories and reflections on the highs and lows of love in all its forms. I'm also the published author of The Life And Death Of Love, a poetry collection that dives deep into the raw beauty and heartbreak of human connection.

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