Your Eyes Tell A Story

I come here every morning with a smile on my face
Come from a broken home
A broken heart
And just in case
In case you were wondering
Yes'
In my eyes there's still a trace.
The floating pools of mud
Those little dirty screens
Scenes of love and life and loss
Nothing of it clean
Because the more I push them away
The more they claim
The more they claim.
They're dirty little reign over my clean slate
And hold me back
From washing away
My past completely
In my eyes
They hold no disguise
Refuse disguise.





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Paig3Cagl3 said...
Nov. 3, 2009 at 2:46 pm
i love the flow of this poem its great=]
 
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