Painfully Beautiful Eyes

October 16, 2008
By Stephanie Mello, Costa Mesa, CA

I sit I wait,

For those eyes to come,

Those eyes that ripe through me like blades,

This wave of fear,

Over comes me,

Breaks me,

Leaves me here to die,

Will they see me,

Will they finally not just pass through

the unsettleing sea,

Will he finally allow his eyes to focus,

To look at me and not the mass

group of never ending swaying weeds,

Here is your flower I shout

and again those painfully beautiful eyes pass,

Unknowing, uncaring, and yet still loved.

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This article has 2 comments.

Mark S. said...
on Oct. 24 2008 at 3:33 am
Great poem, so deep and romantic. Loved it.

on Oct. 24 2008 at 12:28 am
I really like this poem I think it should win!


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