Through These Eyes

By Laura Dee Battle
June 12, 2013

I've realized
These smile lines
Are hypnotized
Through tired eyes

Make it whole
The heart you stole
No light is shone
I feel alone

Promises made
False serenades
Refusing to see
The space between

Cannot believe
How you and me
Endure the solstice
Of lonely nights

Let’s cut out the need for silence
My past now can only make sense
Seeing the honesty through these eyes
I can’t bear to have this pain disguised

My haunted past
Covered in glass
These gaping wounds
Re-opened soon

Accessories
And memories
Are what I have
To take me back

It’s only fair
These strands of hair
Will get too long
To sing our song

But could it be
Coming misery
Will like a tower
Wash to the sea?

Could we see hope float to the surface
And seal our doubts in this sarcophagus?
Could we see through the pain in these eyes
The silver lining through these trying times?

It’s not easy
To really see
Maybe this hope
Leaves me alone

I blankly stare
Through longer hair
Return this heart
From mountain air

We’ll understand
When holding hands
That what we own
Can hold up stone

From here on out
I’ll quell my doubt
Through painted lines
That speed up time

It’s only a matter of time
It’s only a matter of time
Before I hold you again
And bright eyes realign

*listening to...*
["growing old is getting old" by Silversun Pickups]
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July 17, 2013 at 12:30 PM
wow, I can imagine the imagery here.. the eyes feeling tired, after all the motions they fall upon. love the flow,,, this would sound good with a guitar.... xox~ Linda
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July 17, 2013 at 2:45 PM
Thank you! I wrote it while listening to the silversun pickups, one of my favorite bands. sort of indie alternative. I'm no musician but I love to imagine my words as songs
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