what sadness lies beyonds these young eyes
waiting for the magic that never came
searching for the answers
spiritual freedom, so close yet so far
whispering into the night
"Can someone help me please?"
how much longer can she hold on
what good could come from her hands
can't you see that they're red?
then she feels the burning heat
is it this monster called passion?
an angel in guise of a man
strong arms holding her soul down
before it's lost to the world
"Are you really mine?"
hesitant hands reach out to seek
parted lips barely even speak
clarity shines from his eyes
and so they seem to say
"I'm here to save you."
love has finally sprouted
taking full bloom at last
dreaming of the reasons
feeling pure and free again
there is so much in our young eyes
Dedicated to Alex Matthew Bring
My silly little poems and writings. Along with my childish doodles will be kept here.