Shattered eyes of blue stained glass,
Broken windows to all who pass.
But if eyes are windows into the soul,
Then this is one that is not whole.
What could have happened to make so cold,
That which once must have been pure gold.
Now like an innocent, crippled dove,
She's too afraid to trust or love,
For fear of the pain
That rejection will rain,
down on her.
Please tell me what you think
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Awesome
i love it the rhyme adds a lot to this poem! its meaningful but not sappy and it flows really well,
keep it up I love this poem!
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Welcome to All Poetry !
An excellent write! I enjoyed reading this very much. You rhyme is excellent. Just the rhythm and flow was a little out in those last couple of lines.
Keep on writing, reading and commenting.
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Gaylene
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