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They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul His eyes are the windows into mine Through his eyes I see every flaw Every mistake I see myself at my worst: Screaming at 2 am, my terrible need for companionship, the depression that consumes me, I see my greed, my jealousy, my fear, how I wake up in the morning. Through his eyes I am able to accept the fact that I am not perfect That I will never be perfect. That there is no need to be perfect. I see my pure heart, my desire to give, my compassion, my strength. With him, for the first time in years, I almost felt human. Normal. I feel right. Strong. Willing to fight for myself. His eyes, greener than the grass in the middle of spring, grayer than the skies on a cloudy day, act as mirrors pouring back into me. The hope I’d long since forgotten existed within me. Long before I knew of his name. I can get lost in them. He reminds me not to stare too long Forces me to turn away I didn't want to look away He’s hypnotizing. Many long before myself have seen themselves through his eyes. Bitter, cold, jealous, mean, They go insane. I wonder if they didn't like what they saw. But in his eyes is where I found me.
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
His eyes
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul His eyes are the windows into mine Through his eyes I see every flaw Every mistake I see myself at my worst: Screaming at 2 am, my terrible need for companionship, the depression that consumes me, I see my greed, my jealousy, my fear, how I wake up in the morning. Through his eyes I am able to accept the fact that I am not perfect That I will never be perfect. That there is no need to be perfect. I see my pure heart, my desire to give, my compassion, my strength. With him, for the first time in years, I almost felt human. Normal. I feel right. Strong. Willing to fight for myself. His eyes, greener than the grass in the middle of spring, grayer than the skies on a cloudy day, act as mirrors pouring back into me. The hope I’d long since forgotten existed within me. Long before I knew of his name. I can get lost in them. He reminds me not to stare too long Forces me to turn away I didn't want to look away He’s hypnotizing. Many long before myself have seen themselves through his eyes. Bitter, cold, jealous, mean, They go insane. I wonder if they didn't like what they saw. But in his eyes is where I found me.
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hannah-swank
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC
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