Truly eyes are the window to the soul
Terrified and weary
Your soul must be spent
Running alone
From ill-fates and labelled cars
Your mother's lovers
Unsure of which
You should call father
Your sister
Miserable was she
You were ensured to be worse
Disrespect from disbelievers
Out of line, misunderstood
Despite the white smoky air
Chemical stained clothes
Disguises and props
The flirty smile and false pretenses
I see right through them
In crystals you find clarity
In red and blue lights
Pretenses falter reveals fear
In handcuffs I felt a change
On the other side of the screen
I bear your abandoned pain
YOU ARE READING
For Lost Loves (Poetry)
PoetryTell me again Before the fall of the empire What were your last words?
