The heart shattering pain,
She prevailed, the spear of words,
that scarred her heart, reflected
through her eyes and the
melt down eyeliner, Yet
Her eyes wore The Ocean,
and the warmth of blue
burnt her eyes brown, But
still  she never showed the water,
or the autumnly tint of her eyes.

Again her arms opened for him
for a while, and her close grip
showed him a glance of her
deep ocean and the ashes
of her smoldered soul. He gazed.
His tears wet the shoreline,
of her ocean, and kissed her soul
under the bald trees of her
autumnly brown eyes ...