In my most hurting memory
you have got a place.
With other eyes I do you see
where I do not know how trusting you should be,
while you draw me into your arms with grace.
In my most hurting memory
while your fingers dig into me
while your lips cover my whole face
with other eyes I do you see
and your deceit eats at my heart eternally.
Nothing can my hear-felt tears erase
in my most hurting memory,
even if your eyes glow like the sun in the sky's canopy
my mind does your words and acts retrace.
With other eyes I do you see
and I do wonder about your sincerity
Even-though still you do make my heart race,
in my most hurting memory
with other eyes I do you see.
© Gert Strydom
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