the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that laugh is heading home. <br />somewhere between the lamp posts she smiles at her secrets. <br />the halogen light only amplifies the tears. <br />distant now are her loves. <br />cradle them like the children she knows, but without hope. <br />all the reasons were there, its just that no one was listening, no one was there to hear. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that twinkle with mischief is heading home. <br />somewhere between the lamp posts she cries. <br />shallow dregs left for her comfort cling. <br />softly she touches them with kindness. <br />its all she has left to give. <br />she knows mercy, she knows love, she knows her heart. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that smile when she does is heading home. <br />somewhere between the lamp posts she is living. <br />coveting her memories, guarding their passion is an obsession. <br />living in the past is not. <br />the space between her worlds is short. <br />but time is not a concern to the dead. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that are lost is heading home. <br />somewhere between the lamp posts she hides. <br />fate and luck are her mercy, but it is still unacceptable. <br />choices are what she owns now. <br />demons lurk in the shadows, beckoning with love. <br />temptation holds out its hand to steady her. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that are cold is heading home. <br />somewhere between the lamp posts she waits for her fairytale. <br />princes and fair haired maidens get fairer in her darkness. <br />the beautiful ones laugh at her naiveness. <br />mocking her hope with a dance. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes that flash with anger is heading home. <br />subside it did with the passage of time. <br />a surprise to most. <br />but not to her. <br />anger and emotion do not haunt the spirit world. <br />only the silvery shadows of regret do. <br /> <br />the sweet girl with the bold brown eyes is home. <br />her soul shone through those eyes. <br />they said she was beautiful <br />she was never missed.<br /><br />Eila Mahima Jaipaul<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/brown-eyes-2/
