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Still waters run deep.
Relections only ripple upon the surface.
Reflections in the eyes are a
mirror fo those waters,,
Changing so swiftly
Calm,serene,peaceful
Or an illusion of the mind?
Perhaps instead an angry
Mocking glare;
turning twisting, and
taunting, piercing the heart inside my chest.
A nightmare which plagues my inner peace.
Words can not erase that angry glare.
Words, words, empty, hollow,
meaningless words.
As a plunge into those icy waters
it leaves me cold and alone.
Love has flown on wings which are
tattered and torn with bittersweet desertion.
