Windows

November 4, 2008
By BellaSteele GOLD, Wellington, Other
BellaSteele GOLD, Wellington, Other
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Favorite Quote:
It can't rain all the time.


Eyes so pure, eyes of truth,
Eyes that seem to be lacking a youth.
I get lost at sea,
Through the windows to his soul,
He's trying to get out,
Of the deep black hole.
I reach out,
But he's not really there,
Although I can see him,
Struggling and gasping for air.
These eyes may be windows,
But I can't find the door.
Let me in, let me help you,
I can give you more.


The author's comments:
A good friend of mine was going through a really rough patch and I desperately wanted to help him but I just didn't know how, and so this poem was my way of expressing that.

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