They say that your eyes are a window.
A Window to your soul; to all that is within.
But how come when I look into my own eyes,
I see a flooded spring; spewing out tear after tear?
My tears; They hurt.
They burn my face as they descend,
And leave my eyes with nothing.
Except for a blood-shot reputation.
So what will you see when you look into my eyes?
Today everything came down hard.
The heavy burden of lonliness fell upon me.
It actually hurt; physically I felt pain.
Then it was gone...leaving a saddened after-math.
Confusion; my life.
Sitting here, writing by candle light...
I realize that nothing can cure this but you.
I can't picture me being with anyone else in this world.
Oh how I wish to hug you and never let go.
Wishes...I still have hope.
Written December 25th,2007