Troubled Eyes
It is said the eyes are windows to the soul, troubled eyes is words that pour from my mind , heart and soul. I am a love sick anorexic so to speak . Constantly i am searching for that love all girls dream of but i have been tattered, torn , broken , and shattered in all attempts. I have remained postive for the most part , but at times as I express in this poem doubts do haunt me.
Fallen once again, into arms of deceit.
Thinking I had found truth,
but once again its only deceit.
Stumbling through this life,
hoping for a hand.
One to help,
One to hold,
onte to be a real friend.
So many tears have ran down from my troubled eyes.
Time after time,
I fell for love
that ended up only a disguise.
Im holding strong to the memory
of a love that once I thought i knew.
But not another has been able
to come close to you.
I dont think ill ever find
the love that I dream about.
A heart once filled with hope
now is consumed with doubt.
Zayleen Pain