- Non-Erotic Poetry
- The Windows to the Soul
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She's meaner than this world.
Yet softer than the colors of the warm summer sunset.
She's the happiest woman in the city,
But her smile masks her sorrowful emotions.
She has the most mesmerizing multicolored eyes.
But nobody looks into them, nor notices the reflecting saturation of pain.
They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul.
This, I believe is true.
Her windows, in particular, are described as obsolete.
Jaded.
Sorrowful.
But are they really?
There is for too much pain in the way behind these windows.
A deep fog of betrayal
far too many misplaced stories and broken fairy tales.
Some say her soul is already six feet under ground.
But the soul is there.
It's hiding beneath the pain,
the stories, the fog, emotions, and all.
Some days, it is closer to the beautiful colors of her mesmerizing eyes.
Some days, it choses to hide.
Some days it doesn't choose at all.
Or goes with the flow.
So my dear, I must now ask you.
What's behind the windows of your soul?
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