I look into mirror and to my surprise,
I see a broken girl with beautiful brown eyes.
Brown eyes with dark bags underneath,
On the corners are small crows feet.
Eyes filled with anger and desperation,
Trying to send out a frantic S.O.S From her prison of self-effacing Expression.
Brown eyes trying to ignite a flame,
But the flame is constantly put out by The rain.
Eyes staring back at you trying to Claw from it's hellhole.
Then they stop and show you her soul.
Pain, shame, anger, rage.
The emotions are so deep they Couldn't even be healed by a mage.
Lovely brown eyes that made it's Through hells flame,
Only to be hurt, to his in shame.
Eyes screaming because of restraint,
A shade of brown in ever growing Pain.
I turn away from them, but I look Back to ask,
But the eyes again put on their mask.
I blink once.....twice.....three times But to no avail,
That was my revelation, to free them from their jail.
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Melancholy Poetry
PoetryThis book is just for poems of mines. I just poetically portray my feelings and share them with whomever wants to care. These are all my thoughts, whether happy or sad or plain out mad. I have no set update times but I guess whatever feelings I want...
