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Blue Eyes

Blue Eyes I sit at home All alone I put on this strong phisod For everyone to see So they don't worry about me But here I am worrying about everyone else Instead of just myself If they only knew what was inside of me No, I don't want them to see For that is my weakness, my vulnerability I dreampt of this boy Whose parents left astray I ran to comfort him Telling him everything is going to be ok He hugged me tight not wanting to let go I took a closer look only to see... That the little boy was me... I didn't know what to do or say He just kept begging me to stay And asking over and over again If we were going to be ok. Because all I do is watch over others I put myself second to everyone else And I never realized that deep down.. This is how I truly felt "What about us?" he asked. "Did you ever think of that?!" I dreampt of this boy Whom I had left astray Because I never gave him the time of day I just hugged him and said "Everything is going to be ok" He told me to promise, So I did I'm going to live for myself And still make time for everyone else Tears ran down his face Scared of what is fgoing to happen next All I could do is give words of comfort Because he and I share the same pain He and I are one in the same He is my weakness, My vulnerability Hidden behind these blue eyes For only me to see..

Copyright © | Year Posted 2009




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Date: 10/11/2009 1:14:00 PM
Very deep poem, Will. Congratulations on finding your center and deciding to take care of YOU. Keep writing. Keep loving yourself. Thanks, Kim
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Date: 10/11/2009 8:26:00 AM
I have read your excellent poetry today and enjoyed it. Thank you Will. I hope you are enjoying your weekend. Love, Carol
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