Treasure Island

David DJS

Thru My Eyes

Thru My Eyes I see a woman
A woman whom cannot see her own self
Images disguised by her childhood upbringing
And does not believe that she can find help

Thru My Eyes I see another woman
A woman whom I love and then have lost
Trying times of despair and resentment
Simple pleasures as holding her I miss the most

Thru My Eyes I see a woman
A woman with beautiful brown eyes
Though she continues to misunderstand me
Once again a deep breathe asking myself why

Thru My Eyes I see another woman
Who accepted me but I never gave in return
Tainting once viewed as our loving memories
Impulsive decisions forever wounding her

Thru My Eyes I see a beautiful woman
A woman with elegance that I cannot deny
Awaiting the day she discovers my love for her
A love that can only be seen Thru My Eyes

Submitted: Friday, October 29, 2010
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