When I was young I was told,
eyes are like a window to the soul,
beautiful,
all different,
all fighting their own battles,
your shell is hard,
but your soul is pure,
I see you,
I see your beauty,
and and all of the sacrifices you've made,
the pain and suffering within,
don't be afraid,
for my darling,
I wont hurt you,
this journey is yet to begin...
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 11:01 PM UTC
When I was young I was told,
eyes are like a window to the soul,
beautiful,
all different,
all fighting their own battles,
your shell is hard,
but your soul is pure,
I see you,
I see your beauty,
and and all of the sacrifices you've made,
the pain and suffering within,
don't be afraid,
for my darling,
I wont hurt you,
this journey is yet to begin...
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