Look into my eyes what do you see?
An oppressed person or a spirit that is free?
Look into my eyes have I a story to be told?
Will I die young or die when I get old?
My life, will it be happy and not one full of strife?
Do you see in me the makings of a loyal loving wife?
Maybe you see only a life blighted by pain and misery?
Full of long lost hopes, shattered dreams, that's in store for me
Look into my eyes, the mirror into my soul
Am I damaged goods or a person that is whole?
Will I feel a child grow inside my womb?
Or will it be like a desolate never used tomb?
Whatever you do see, it must never pass your lips
Out of the cup of blissful ignorance I will take my sips
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Writing has been my friend since a teenager...I laugh, cry, think, pretend, smile as I do it. I feel that I communicate better through my writing as in person I can appear a tad scatty.
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Lol so true I get this babe never being able to be yourself only inside the real you lol love this 😄😘😘
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