my eyes they peer
into the depth of your soul
seeing my own reflection
branded in your words
I would tell you how I tire
how this head of mine
spins and thinks and hurts
but your hand would then
weave through mine
and defenses would be lost
then here I would sit
this woman, this girl
with only her heart
and a face that tells
everything and nothing
and a soul that screams










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