Poem -

Eyes

Eyes

A bit confused, 
A bit bruised,
But I got used. 
You talk about healing?
I can't even control this feeling.

Look at my eyes,
More colder each time.
Like ice, it will soon melt in lies.

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Rebecca

Thank you, it means a lot.

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Brenda Strachan

Love the depth.
Can't wait to see more of your work :)

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