These eyes of mine cry <br />This heart of mine bleeds <br />This soul of mine breaks <br />As i slowly die, the colours <br />of my face fade and my once <br />happy life is know like the walls <br />of a dungeon, black, dark and <br />empty with no one there to comfort <br />me and the one person i thought <br />would be there is the farthest one away <br />from me.Come back i call come back <br />but the more i shout and scream her name <br />the more she walks not even looking at my <br />sad eyes that shimmer with unshed tears. <br />I call her to please come back, but she keeps <br />on walking as if not hearing my pleas, and as <br />she keeps on walking into the light of there <br />scorn and hate, i cry with every step she takes. <br />As my body crumbles to the ground a heap of <br />broken bones, she turns back for one last glance <br />and see's my fallen body, running back to me she <br />calls my name with a desperate tone in her voice. <br />Its to late though for I am gone out of the prison <br />that once held me for so long, never will i return <br />even if she wants me back.<br /><br />Mariana Zita<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-eyes-6/
