EyesA Poem by Beatrice Mars(Look in my eyes, What do you see?)
Sore, red, Dry, peeling Skin.
Sting.
The beat of a Pulse In an eyelid.
You In the reflection, You. Tears, Wet and
Rub, The back of my Black , ringed Make-up, Spread over My cheek bones - Some sort of Hollow metaphor.
You, Always you. Fingers rub, Blood shot, Stinging, Tired Defeat, Grey bags, Hooded lids,
You, Resignation, You in my soul, It's always you In my eyes.
© 2011 Beatrice Mars |
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Added on June 18, 2011 Last Updated on June 18, 2011 AuthorBeatrice MarsUnited KingdomAboutI'm an 19 year old girl. Of all the souls that stand create I have elected one. When sense from spirit files away, And subterfuge is done; When that which is and that which was Apart, intr.. more..Writing
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