When those eyes look upon me I can see that they don't see a thing to do away with, without my say
To do there bidding as if I was a puppet that they thought would always be there no matter what they did. Even if they threw fire blazing meteroids, dirt that stains organs or even my own blood
No, these eyes see a person that I truly am
And as the arms embrace me into him for a hug I simply feel
I feel some of the numbness start to wiggle for the first time in what seemed like a century
And when you see my imperfections that have been kept in the dark away from getting jabed, clawed and thrashed yet again, that's filled with judgement. You see them in the light as perfections.
And as we kiss I'm transported into a fairytale as some of the shattered glass pieces that have been glued together that start to mend and become organs once again.
I simply smile from ear to ear; not just on my face but on my very being.
Hope yet again starts to wave at me from the back of my mind and a spark was ignighted in the depths of my heart. The hope of love
That wave soon grew into a place. A place of refuge
And that spark blossomed into a flaming bonfire of passion that soars through the roof of my heart
This is not just seen through one color that's painted behind closed doors. as well as seen through every spectrum of color from red roses to the clashing light sabers, that makes you feel that the force is truly with you
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The Wolf Within the Women
PoetryTHIS IS MY POETRY BOOK!!! it has the lessons that i learn as I continue on this adventure of this so called life. And no it doesn`t have all of lifes answers within the pages but it might make it a little more bearable knowing theres someone else. E...
