Our Eyes
I would like to go and visit myself, when I was a child.
And hold her in my arms and cry,
while her heart was still free and wild.
I'd like to say I'm sorry...
For how I failed her.
I wouldn't wish to look in her eyes.
I don't want to see the child in me,
That in time slowly dies.
Maybe that's why I can't look in my own children's eyes.
Copyright © Amy Greaves | Year Posted 2016
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