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Oct 2018
The eyes are the windows of the soul
you look, you see, and soon you feel
you are drawn to what you see and hope that it will be real.
First sight produces connection, in ways more than one
But if sight isn't returned, what you feel will become an unsung song.

You look, you see and soon you feel and hope that they feel it too.
But when sights collide there is nothing one can do.
Small talks and soft smiles, quiet whispers and silent cries, all evolved from that first sight.
That first sight of love...
You look, you feel and soon you'll see, through the windows of the soul and you separate what's fake from what’s real.

I saw your heart and I've detected how you feel, with a soft kiss you have seal the deal. With no pressure nor force you have opened your heart, to the one you love or so you thought.
When love becomes unrequited and truths become lies, the heart becomes hardened, withers and eventually dies.
Talks become fights smiles become frowns, and you wonder how did it came about. Because you looked, you saw and you felt, what love does to a person for whom it wasn’t sent.

No one truly understand, the matters of the heart of what you love is right from the start.
Instead, you look and feel from what you see, even if it wasn't meant to be. Don’t go chasing love because your heart says so but wait on love to find you and then you’ll know.
Kimeisha Paisley
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Kimeisha Paisley  F/Antigua
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