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a sort of autobiography in poem form. |
| Story In Her Eyes I look into her eyes Deep pools of blue overflowing with pain Her pale pink skin framed by all natural blonde How she hates the color It simply reminds her of her stupidity I can read her story by looking into those eyes As an infant she suffered and survived a brutal home A childhood filled with torment A young teen rejected even by the rejects As she approached adulthood She finally found someone Who accepted and loved her regardless of her past She had finally found Happiness, safety, love in their arms And, too soon, it was taken away She was left broken, alone, shattered, damaged Now, as she stares at me, her eyes radiate pain Slowly a single tear falls As it drops from her chin her eyes slowly close It will be the last she sheds over you I open my eyes, wipe off my cheek And turn my head away from the mirror. Im moving on. |