Alone you stand, as do I.
You see me, but you look away as I look to you.
I know you see me. Do you know I see you?
You want to look, but you don't.
You won't; you can't.
Why? Is it fear?
You look at me, but not at my eyes.
Eyes are windows to the soul.
Are you afraid to see mine?
Or are they mirrors to one's soul?
Are you afraid to see yours?
Look at me as I look at you.
Look into my eyes. Look deep...
Trust Me.
Author notes
To my ama-zong Dave
Im still your friend. im still here for you.. im not the one who has hurt you so please dont be mad at me. i always try my best to make you happy. if you dont want to talk about it i wont force you but please..
TRUST ME!!!
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Awesome! Awesome! Awesome! This is an absolutely beautiful piece! I truly think you have something good going for you. Your wrods are true and inspiring. From poet to poet (me to you) I applaud you.
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Eyes are windows to the soul. <--- i got greay imagery off of this.
a really great write and hope things work out
i really like it and keep it up
-penguin-

