Image: We Heart It

Image: We Heart It

Your Eyes

Your eyes
turn to me
Almost a prayer…
Supplication…
Longing…
Pleading…
 
“Trust me,”
you say.
 
“Never,”
I reply.
 
“Your trust has
been broken too
often and for
too long,” I
tell him.
 
The pain…
the sorrow…
the loss…
All there
in
Your Eyes
 
Yet…
Those eyes have
been the
manipulators
of my
Trust…
Broken my
Soul…
Destroyed my
Heart…
 
There is nothing
Left…
 
We can never
go back…
never be
the same…
 
To continue…
There must be
a Cleansing
a new Start…
a new Beginning…
A baptism of
our souls
To find ourselves
together…
we Must find
ourselves…
Apart
 
 
Copyright © 2013 Annie – Original Poetry
Always…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie