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Behind Hazel Eyes
I am Unknown,
Black hair, hazel eyes.
My Piercings the most distinctive,
A remembrance of hard times.
Too scared to conflict pain on myself,
They do it enough for me.
Tears gliding down my cheeks
Glisten in the light,
As I come out of the dark.
I am a rainbow,
Beautiful,
Only showing when the rain of tears has ended.
A glimpse of sunshine,
Bright in the sky;
Grasping gazes of guys and girls.
A pot of gold at my end,
If only you’d take the time to find my riches.
Then I disappear,
The excitement is gone,
Sorrow returns.
I am art a piece of divine work,
Not just a statue,
A symbol.
A symbol of my past,
Dagger to the heart,
Reality like a cold wind in winter,
Scars of stormy nights drowned with rains of booze,
Screams and cries of shrieking fireworks,
Joy to the eyes,
Only of the beholder, of my heart.
You’ll never know,
Never know why I’m here,
Never know my true meaning,
Never know who created me,
Never know me.
I’m just a symbolic gesture.
I am an untold story,
So much intertwined beauty.
Filled with risk and revelation,
Protection pale as white snow,
No distinction from a blank piece of paper.
No one bothers to glance upon
My pages filled with
Memories,
People scared of what they could possibly
Find.
I am writing,
Like scripts from Romeo and Juliet,
Old writing on the outside of misunderstood meanings.
Inside my words there’s feeling.
Words of feeling, never understood,
Read between the lines.
Thoughts just spilled upon a page.
Tattered meanings,
Burned to my core.
Never had the chance to sparkle
Like glitter in under the disco ball.
Now rewriting my “Story”.
I’ll be dazzling watch me,
Watch me sell out.
I am a hermit,
Pushing people away.
They’re of no use to me,
Independence I desire.
Never caring,
Trying to keep emotions from flooding my hidden persona.
Holding onto tears,
Never letting feeling out,
Except on this paper,
You’ll never really know.
I am a night sky,
A galaxy filled with stars and moons
Dark and mysterious.
Gaze upon me,
Nothing.
You don’t see the black holes,
I feel them,
Pulling on my heart
Tearing it to pieces,
Gone now.
I am water
Take me, use me, and abuse me.
Poison me, your toxic waste
Dirtying my beauty, with you liter.
A grime filled swimming pool,
Faded with green.
Add in some chemicals,
Love and time, that’s all it took to “fix” me,
All filled up with perfection.
I am Abby, all thanks to
Him.

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