Glimpse
I’m going to brush the hair out of my face and give you a glimpse into my eyes, this may leave you paralyzed.
Eyes full of “mystery”. This isn’t mystery so much as a deep blue sea of pain encompassing a black hole of falsity.
They say that the eyes are the window to the soul, I think they got that one right on me…
I’m a girl who feels too much and says she embraces it, yet tries to fight those feelings alone in the dark. I’m a girl haunted by a tattered past, whose flesh has been ripped away, whose been left exposed. A girl who despite all doubt and fear still tries and hopes against hope. I’m so many things, but so much less than I hoped to be, than I should be…
I’m so full of love, love unexplainable, yet full of so much more hatred.
