Your eyes
I saw the eyes and they showed me the depth of your soul
They were Di Vinci's Mona Lisa
With them I could fathom whatever I desired
It was the desolate
The gate to hades encrusted in diamonds..
What happened to you nameless one with the beautiful eyes that held a thousand hurts..
Was this your goal...prancing on pink with rent boys in defiance with your broken beautiful eyes...
Your eyes are my canvas for my art.
Sad and beautiful...
Cruel and desolate...
No one listens in this world of ours..
So we chase primal passions and destroy ourselves in our pursuit of purchased happiness, stupored joy, fatal embraces..
Your eyes showed me a soul struggling to be free. From you
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