HER EYES
Her Eyes.
Her eyes the light of long, lost days,
of innocence and simple ways.
She found me after all these years,
hiding, fighting back the tears
of a life that had not been too kind,
and who I was, was left behind.
The boy she knew bore little trace.
To the man behind my broken face
In my eyes, she saw the pain
of self-inflicted, lonely chains.
But in her eyes, I saw my past,
and a piece of me broke free at last..
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