Behind Her Eyes
Her eyes tell a story all their own,
A story of someone,
Who was unwanted,
And unloved,
She came from a broken home,
And wondered the streets,
For years,
Before finally finding something,
She could make a living at,
Dancing,
The makeup on her eyes,
Screams for attention,
And after all that time,
She’s okay with that,
She wants the attention,
It translates to money,
And money is the soul,
That makes the world go round,
One night,
She finds herself sitting in her room,
Counting the money,
And looking at the stars through her window,
She wonders what life could have been like,
Had everything not gone to hell,
Tell her that it could have been fantastic,
But her nightmares remind her,
Of her reality,
She puts the money in her safe,
And lays down,
Knowing that her life,
Is what she made out of it,
And in her head,
The alternative,
Was only death,
About The Piece
When I first saw this picture my brain went to aliens. I don’t know why, but I went another route for this piece. I can’t explain it half the time when my brain pipes in and finds those kinds of piece. But, pictures like this are a major reason I highly enjoy this photo-blogging challenge.
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Behind Her Eyes
PoetryA woman realizes that life is what you make it. Caught in her own nightmare she realizes that everything could have been different.
