They are where her demons hide
They slowly blind her
From her beauty
Here eyes
Hate her
That pretty shade of blue
Is cause by her tears
Those small tears
THe stain her cheeks
Her eyes
Are the gateway
To her dark soul
Poems for the broken. The ones that hate themselves, and everyone around them. The ones that are outcast or w... More
They are where her demons hide
They slowly blind her
From her beauty
Here eyes
Hate her
That pretty shade of blue
Is cause by her tears
Those small tears
THe stain her cheeks
Her eyes
Are the gateway
To her dark soul