Eyes of a soul

What is it you see when you look into her burning copper eyes
That are slowly eroding to a dull grey
With each new hurt and disappointment etched forever
Like cuts in her very soul
She bleeds heavily at your feet prostrate for mercy
Yet you see nothing but sunshine and harmony
Or maybe you pretend because perfect is all
The only thing of interest
And human weakness is not for the likes of you
Searching for storybook happy endings that had no beginning
Terrified you may miss a thing more important
Than the eyes which trained on you
Tried to learn more before you bled her dry

Ailsa
©AilsaCawleyPoetry 2016

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