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 PoetryAlways…I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love.
As Ever, Annie
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