brooding eyes...
Brooding eyes of sea blue glass
a somber heart filled with shame,
she seeks to be found but never is
she always filled with pain.
Wounds don't heal, they only grow
faint against the back drop she calls
her life,
never moving fast enough
always filled with chaos and strife.
Her hair dark as the midnight sky
drifting over her milk white shell,
A gift from heaven she wants to be
but she finds herself in hell.
Reaching out with arms of peace
she looks for gentle hands,
someone that will love her
deep and true; some one who
understands.
a somber heart filled with shame,
she seeks to be found but never is
she always filled with pain.
Wounds don't heal, they only grow
faint against the back drop she calls
her life,
never moving fast enough
always filled with chaos and strife.
Her hair dark as the midnight sky
drifting over her milk white shell,
A gift from heaven she wants to be
but she finds herself in hell.
Reaching out with arms of peace
she looks for gentle hands,
someone that will love her
deep and true; some one who
understands.
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