Poetry

My eyes are

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On you as you walk through the door with a smile on your face.

There is a storm going on around you and you just walk through it like nothing can touch you.

No rips on your clothes or scratches on your skin.

You walk tall as the lighting hits around you but never close enough to hurt you.

The winds grow stronger as you walk towards me.

Blowing your hair in front of your face and even when I fear the worst, you stop and put your hair up.

As you bend down and look me in the eye, you smile and tell me nothing going to take you away from me for now.

So let it all go my little bird and as the feathers of my fear blow away.

New hope grows strong in me as I draw you close to me tonight.

 

Written By: Deirdre Stokes

4 thoughts on “My eyes are”

  1. any1mark – I'm little pawn in giant cosmic game with no apparent rules. Ok I'm someone who travels, enjoying more out of way places. No trip is complete without a good bug or flower pic. Science, american history, nature and how things happen fascinate me
    any1mark66 says:

    Very nice! Great comfort in your wordsearch. 😀

    1. mywords2228 – Love writing poetry and reading tons of books. I also write short fiction stories and hope to include them on my page soon; I hope you enjoy my work, and thanks for stopping by my page.
      mywords2228 says:

      Thanks! 🙂

      1. any1mark – I'm little pawn in giant cosmic game with no apparent rules. Ok I'm someone who travels, enjoying more out of way places. No trip is complete without a good bug or flower pic. Science, american history, nature and how things happen fascinate me
        any1mark66 says:

        No problem. I have been in process of moving. I’m slowly get time to read more things. It’s nice to find something to share with others.

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