In The Eye Of Love

In The Eye Of Love short poem

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It’s a dark place, with lies and deceit lurking in every shadowed corner
You speak but I can no longer hear, my blood rushing, deafening me
Yet there you sit, relaxed and calm hiding behind your chameleon smile
Relentless in your lies, your eyes become so vocationally skilled
It’s a dark place to find yourself when you end up in the eye of love.

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Tara Davison

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Photographer & Poet - for fun. Mother to three - for real. Owned by a 10 year old 'puppy' boxer - yes owned ! Self employed book-keeper and also studying for my diploma in Garden Design. Love walking, cooking, reading, listening to music (classical mainly), watching Morse, Lewis and Poirot. Participant in life - it's not a spectator sport !
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Preeti
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So true indeed! Nice poem:)

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