Tying Eyes.

The eyes,

heavy sobs and sighs,

with unheard, muffled cries,

you approached my line.

When everything was literally off-shine, 

left me at even more crossroads stuck.

While I whine; 

our eyes tie the life we imagine with the present, which we repeatedly reject from the unkept promises we held, as we compelled to the so-called fate. 

Hooking our adoreness up to it, saying to each other we were a misfit; 

how could I combat the fate

or debate over faded feelings,

when my love embraced all the synonyms and meanings.