Our eyes met.
The battle wounds you wear
Match my damaging stare
Your beauty etches images in stone
Chiseling me, cornered and all alone
Letters amongst the scatter
Words are cancer glasses
You've matched the masses
Impaired from the heart
Should've known from the start
Courage a lion couldn't gather
A glance away strapped to that mind
Genuine compassion you could find
Yet ghostly whispers mention your name
Lost in the glamor of your skin-deep fame.
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Wow! you certainly are lost in this woman Mike! I feel for you but she sounds lovely! smiling at you, Tai