The eyes, they see through you, they know you're truth. The touch, the feeling it provoked. You lost control, words flowed from you but they were just lustful words of deciept. Spoken words to many but you just led them on, unknowing the damage you caused for you don't even know youreself. But these eyes, you must understand, aren't merely given to see. They are tools which I have employed in strategic manners in order to stay alive. It's a habit I've been unable to break. So I watch, peering into you unraveling the layers an deciphering the code which is you're very existance. Learning you're truths. I have been rite an I have been wrong but these eyes of mine learn. And they don't just look at you're shell, they long for you're core. You feel it, I can sense it. The shame, you feel me peeling you away exposing you to youreself. You're wants, desires, you're sexual longing. Those you've hurt to satisfy these needs, an you only lie to youreself. Ahhh these eyes have seen more than just you though. They have seen the rage of man, the hatred that flows through the streets. They have seen the calm beauty before the storm. The bliss of the trees seen through the grassy haze of a clouded mind. Oh an the love these eyes have seen you couldn't comprehend. For I am not only blessed but cursed for I have seen an felt the love of many not just my own. My heart has always been a vacant vessel willing to hold an find love an willing to deal with the pain. These eyes of mine, don't forget, see more than just you're shell. They learn an peel you away to expose the core which you protect. They see you're pain an they know you, every last inch. Give in to these eyes for they will only give you love in return.
By Matthew Branton
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