My Eyes Eyes are the windows of the soul, or at least thats what Ive been told! Can we trust the windows, or suffer vision impairment seeing only what we want to see? That glow in my eyes, is it for you or the reverie of a faded memory? The here and now or the needle stuck in a groove from old vinyl I no longer use? Am I happy baby or just pretending for you? Lifes too short to play guessing games and Im not a games player. Ive given it to you straight, if you dont believe me then cut the string! Yeah I know cutting the string is a joke! The string is an invisible cord that keeps you connected to me. It cant be tied, knotted or cut. Ah, but the connection can be broken from lack of trust. That glow in my eyes, is it for you or a figment of your imagination? You talk in riddles most of the time, constantly testing my mental capacity. I get it baby, you want me to lay down the gauntlet and trust you implicitly It took me a while; I got the message now I understand what it is youve been saying. I had to go to my quiet place where I harness my deepest thoughts before I could process your message. No need for further inspection, if you cant believe my words then trust my actions, They tell you everything you need, secured in the knowledge. The glow in my eyes is meant only for you! SJ Smith
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 01:32:43 +0000
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