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Eyes

Cold dark eyes

as pure as the driven snow

swallowed in illusion

"Don't go" She screams

fighting against a world

she doesn't understand

On hands and knees

she gazes upon me

begging me to stay

Cold dark eyes

as pure as the driven snow

tied to this illusion she creates

an indifferent world

where sorrow and misery quantify

what love has betrayed in silence

tears she cries

small as raindrops, as deep as the ocean

but as empty as the void within her heart

Desperation in her eyes

to unravel the mystery, tangled in me

beneath the illusion, she cries, silently, all alone

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marcus-logan
American
Published
Dec 28, 2012
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