Sunday, March 4, 2012

behind those eyes..



Behind those eyes,
no paradise.
A tortured soul, trying
endlessly,
horridly,
painstakingly,
hard.
Love me,
obsess with me,
want me.
Looking longingly,
past you,
through you.
Wishing upon the future.

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10 comments:

  1. looking through you and wishing on the future...def leaves a cold feel....

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  2. thank you for sharing!

    Wander

    http://wanderwithoutbeinglost.blogspot.com

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  3. 'Behind those eyes, no paradise' - wonderful words to draw one in.

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  4. Yes, behind those eyes, we really don't know what's beneath the surface. So telling and thoughtful.

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  5. Don't you wish artwork could speak...

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  6. Our little anglo saxon patriarchy is full of tormented female souls, and thats just the blokes !

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  7. All I see behind those eyes is menace...

    as bad as the menace of double word-verification you still have in place...How about being kind to bust commenters, and tuning it of?

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  8. This is very good, this poem grabs a hold on one's imagination,
    the part that is drawn to obsession.

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