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4-6-04

5:33 am

Your eyes.

They stare at me.

They haunt me from my dreams.

Even from a picture it's like I can see all of you.

But I know now I never did.

You hide yourself from me.

Maybe to protect yourself.

Maybe to protect her.

I bared my body and soul to you.

Only to realize to late.

That you hid everything from me.

You only let me in as far as you wanted.

And now I am left with to little to late.

You made me love again with those eyes.

You made me trust again with those eyes.

But now I wonder if you ever did love me.

Now I wonder why I trusted you so.

Did you know that your eyes are like weapons.

But weapons disguised.

The big bad wolf if you will.

Those eyes haunt me in my sleep.

I can feel you looking down on me.

Wanting to touch me, but to afraid to do it. (I hope)

Your eyes stare into my soul.

Leaving me no option but to tell it all to you.

Your smile could light the way for a hundred years.

And your eyes could see into every soul.

But all I am left with is your eyes.

Haunting me in my dreams.

Staring into my soul.

Your eyes.