I wrote this in 2010. It’s the rough, untrained product of an angsty 21 year old.
Her mind is tired
Beauty tossed aside
Heart uninspired
Pain she cannot hide
She does not see her soul
As any piece of gold.
And the sparkle of her eyes
She tosses away as lies.
My soul for her does weep
My prayers go out at night
For all the pain she keeps
That her heart gain brand new sight.
I’ve had this dream at night
Where her eyes sparkle bright.
And everything she sought
Was in one she never thought.
And happy they both were.
All barriers were gone.
No pain that she endured.
And each other they leaned on.
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