The Window to Your Soul -------------------------------------------
In your eyes
They are shooting stars
All that is left is moisture
It glistens
In your seeping eyes
Reflections dance
Like shadows on a wall
In your eyes
They are fighting
All that remains is smoke
It clouds
In your quivering eyes
Heroic dreams waste away
Like a thousand bodies piled up
In your eyes
They are dying
All that can be left is the end
It stings
In your bleeding eyes
Violence breeds silence
Like lovers on the floor
In your eyes
They are still fighting
All that remains is struggle
It grows
In your lifeless eyes
Another head hangs low
Like their guns and their bombs
Wow, it was like you were saying this person is always fighting a war within with varying results. I enjoyed reading this very much. I saw nothing that needed changing or editing. Your flow was very good and the imagery was vivid and full of life. Just exceptional. You always now how to tap into the human nature and bring it to life with words. This is a fav.
right you are luv... the eyes are the mirror to one's soul and also the portal into the soul. the eyes are the first who open the secrets of one's soul to you.
Submission Name: The Window to Your Soul
