Look into the Eyes
The Pain that progresses within my heart
Its the story of pain
The story of rhytmic losses
Such as a "Always Losing Franchise" in a sport league
The eyes of pain continiously seem to lock into me
Screaming out my name
Conquering my breath
Stop!See these eyes, the eyes that hold my love to you
Would you hate to look into them
See the pain that I hold
See the love that I held
See those memories that gleam in my optic
These are the realities
The realizations of love, which held a seed
Growing between my veins, sprouting into my cranuim
Reaching into my heart, my mind
The soul, and essence
The seed-The root
Would you hate to hold my emotions for a day
The actual tears that roll down my cheek
That smile that crosses my face
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Would you hate that?
A seed in your physical membrane, that slitthered happily through days on in into your brain. Then torn at the root by the open and motion of a person out that door.
Would you love, or hate that!?
Or embrace it for the expirence..
The seed that has grown, and perished.
My Soul...
My Life...
My Breath...
The Seed...
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"I am here to redeem myself. See, The Fate of the universe lies in my hands! I will take up the challenge!"
-Lumbia Whitfield
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posted 10-16-2002 10:52 PM
