Tuesday, 28 January 2014

Poem: Her Eyes

Her Eyes

Her eyes are dull, but living

Fury shining, he thinks.
And all because of him,
Now she is pining, he thinks.

Her mouth is tight, lips bitten,
And he wants them, he thinks.
But moving one step closer
Will condemn him, he thinks.

He watches from a distance,
Hidden from her, he thinks.
He hopes she’s never see him,
She’s too pure, he thinks.

Her eyes are dull, but knowing,
And then know him; she sees
His shadow stalking

When the light dims… she sees. 

©Lisamarie Lamb 2014 

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