my reflection troubles me
i thought it was my own
it has a gentler smile
a greater passion
I see it again and again
with eyes different to mine
it reflects my desires
it holds me captive
a knowing glance in the mirror
a tenderness I want to know
those eyes draw me into molten warmth
my eyes they are changing
colours blue to green
green to blue
to brown
my reflection troubles me
are these eyes my own?
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my reflection troubles me... are these black stained, red, tear drenched eyes my own?
Mine does too. Who am I? I feel different from day to day and I'm not sure where I'm headed.
Thanks for this lovely post.
what do our eyes see? who sees into these eyes? why are some more knowing than others?
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