Your eyes lie to me, and I know they do. Because behind your creamy jade stare I sense pure malice,rage and pain. Yet nevertheless we still stare into each other eyes, and when we do I gaze upon the tortured soul of a broken woman. An image in a shattered mirror, with each shard of glass containing painful memories you'd desperately long to forget. As seconds turn to minutes, I instantly feel lost in your void of a mind. Yet despite my isolation, I feel sensations of hope and love within this wasteland that appears to expand on into eternity. What can I do to heal your heart? I wonder to myself as I stand amongst the shadows of your suffering. And How might I slay that dragon who flys across the landscape of your dreams at night.....
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 2:02 AM UTC
Your eyes lie to me, and I know they do. Because behind your creamy jade stare I sense pure malice,rage and pain. Yet nevertheless we still stare into each other eyes, and when we do I gaze upon the tortured soul of a broken woman. An image in a shattered mirror, with each shard of glass containing painful memories you'd desperately long to forget. As seconds turn to minutes, I instantly feel lost in your void of a mind. Yet despite my isolation, I feel sensations of hope and love within this wasteland that appears to expand on into eternity. What can I do to heal your heart? I wonder to myself as I stand amongst the shadows of your suffering. And How might I slay that dragon who flys across the landscape of your dreams at night.....