WIndows To His Soul
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his eyes were never deep
more like shallow pools of insincerity.
I looked up into those eyes,
always expecting something more than they were willing to share;
I always hoped he thought more
than the selfish ignorance they gave away.
he always was sincerely thinking he was sincere.
but his blue flames never lied,
always cold and sparked only for his own desires.
I tried to give out some warmth,
show him a little red,
but all I could see was that cold blue coming back at me.
you know,
you're not the only one who can hurt me.
2/2/01
