Treasure Island

Jackie Crow


Eyes Of An Angel


She once looked into an angel's eyes.
No matter how hard that angel tries,
The angel can't disguse,
The compassion in the angel's eyes.

The angel denies,
The angel doesn't see the tears she cries,
Every time the angel comes near, a peice of hear heart dies,
All because of the angel's eyes.

She hates the angel, but the angel's eyes,
Make up for all the lies,
And at night the angel flies,
Watches her dream about the angel's eyes.

She stops and sighs,
Stops crying when she really tries,
Thinks about pain and its enormous size,
Then, yet again, cries.

The tears she cries,
The heart that dies,
When she sighs,
Will they ever be noticed by the angel's eyes?

Submitted: Friday, February 03, 2012

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