Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
Confession Of Your Eyes - Poem by Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
I can see the pain from your eyes deep within you, as your tears fall I reach out to capture them but you draw away and the pain grow more powerful then even I can hold.
Your eyes confess that the pain you are enduring is taking over your soul, like a house that is consumed with fire each room engulf with flames no one will dare to enter with fear that it might take their life "well Love let me take my life to save yours, "let my arms be the arms to console you in this time of need and despairs you can lean on me.
The eyes are the windows to the soul and yours is tell me that you are in need now then ever before.
Let not your proud close the door, let not your head be to hard, I walked in a pair of your shoes for a mille and I am here to comfort you in your time of need.
As I speak as if death is near, I do not speak of the physical death but the death of a lost soul, a soul that has no where to go I see this from the confession of your eyes.
Weeping a deep awful weep, and all you allow me to do is stand in the rear as my heart wishes to console you, hoping that you see me standing in the shadow wait to comfort you.
I am more then a family member I am a true friend and your eyes are telling me too push my way in, so I am pushing and I am standing here waiting to come in allow me to make it better even if it is just one minute.
Confession of your eyes has touched my heart the tears that I will cry tonight is yanking me apart and I will wait until you say I need you
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