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Your dark amber lit eyes watch me

They always watch me

They own me

They see me

And they take what is theirs

In the moments of my happiness

They rob me

In the moments of my peacefulness

They rape me

And in the moments of my solitude

They hunt me

Your dark amber lit eyes watch me

They always watch me

And when they see I am about to run

They warn the Calvary

 

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You would always look sad when I was happy, so I felt I had to be down. You would always look angry when I was fearful, so I had to stop being sincere. You were always perfect when I was lonely, so I had to see the good. And you were always lying to control me, so I had to undermine myself. You said things with your eyes abuse me far worse than any of your physical actions.

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©20 October 2010 - 3:21am — running_with_rabbits
7 August 2011 - 10:13pm — nakedsoles
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again, the beat of this poem

again, the beat of this poem draws me in to your shoes.

7 August 2011 - 10:45pm — running_with_rabbits
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:) thanks I never noticed I

:) thanks
I never noticed I had a beat to my poems

Much Love

Ashley

7 August 2011 - 10:54pm — nakedsoles
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In the moments of my

"In the moments of my happiness

They rob me

In the moments of my peacefulness

They rape me

And in the moments of my solitude

They hunt me

Your dark amber lit eyes watch me

They always watch me

And when they see I am about to run

They warn the Calvary"

the short line beats trap the long lines running attempts at escape.

7 August 2011 - 10:57pm — running_with_rabbits
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wow that is awesome, I have

wow that is awesome, I have never noticed that before but it is so ture
thanks so much :)

Much Love

Ashley

26 October 2010 - 10:25pm — robbie
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I really like your poem. Eyes

I really like your poem. Eyes can either be healing or dealing pain. They are a powerful organ. I hope the poem helped you purge them.

8 November 2010 - 10:28pm — running_with_rabbits
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:) thank you it helped me

:) thank you

it helped me stop fearing them I think, Lord knows if anything will help me purge them

Much Love

Ashley