Eyes are the window to you
Look into mine
Auburn flames arise
A desecrated soul
Heart never to be found
Or is that so?
You planted seeds of destruction
Feeding it to grow and prosper
Nurtured it until it overrided you
Big sharp thorns an all
Monstrous colored glasses
Sewed to your face
So deeply rooted
Nothing else can take it's place
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Tide (Poems)
PoetryTides are always changing The sun and the moon arranging Beauty and destruction Like a artistic production Its all in the journey of riding the tide of life First place winner at the We are writers awards. Copyrighted,All Rights Reserved
