I look into her eyes. The sparkle remains.
Yet I see pain.
Pain she did not deserve.
The world. Whole. Her smile made it whole.
I want to protect her. From the evil.
Her words gave constant shock.
Anger arouses within. Never touch her.
Never hurt her. Where was I?
A Cut. Blood. Pain.
Those blue eyes, always smiling back
Nothing will ever remove the light
She is alright.
But never will she endure
Such Pain. Never. As I watch over her.
An individual is usually discovered through the meeting of the eyes and a handshake which eventually leads to a conversation. I hope through the use of words that I am discovered for who I am and what I believe. Life to me is a gift, the people who are apart of it are a blessing and myself, well I am here for you... the world.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Reflections of the Unknown
He found another. Hurt. Pain.
She thought he would fight, but she was wrong.
She assumed wrong, she longed for the wrong thing.
He was not good for her, yet she desired him.
She felt alone. She felt sad. She felt scared.
Out the window, no more love, no more attachment.
The Crying. The Laughing. Too unbearable.
May it be good or bad.
She forgets everything.
Lets her body be taken control of.
By others? Yes. By an unknown her? Yes. Scared? Not really.
She allows her body do things she never would allow,
An invasion yet she desires it as well.
As she stares into her computer,
Her eyes stare blankly, unemotional.
Goodbye safety, Hello world.
Hello real world. To the manifestations within her, her desires, bodies entwine.
She thought he would fight, but she was wrong.
She assumed wrong, she longed for the wrong thing.
He was not good for her, yet she desired him.
She felt alone. She felt sad. She felt scared.
Out the window, no more love, no more attachment.
The Crying. The Laughing. Too unbearable.
May it be good or bad.
She forgets everything.
Lets her body be taken control of.
By others? Yes. By an unknown her? Yes. Scared? Not really.
She allows her body do things she never would allow,
An invasion yet she desires it as well.
As she stares into her computer,
Her eyes stare blankly, unemotional.
Goodbye safety, Hello world.
Hello real world. To the manifestations within her, her desires, bodies entwine.
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