Deep Inside My Eyes

Deep Inside My Eyes short poem

Photo by Eddi van W.

Don’t look deep into my eyes,
who knows what you find inside?

Is it the dreams that I lovingly hide,
or are some demons residing inside.

Am too afraid to let you know,
Even too scared to make the show.

I can’t even possibly let you go,
for only you make my heartbeat slow.

How can I be sure you’ll stay?
For so often I’ve heard people say.

Promises broken, hearts forsaken,
I’ve been in love and then it was all taken.

How can I know this time it’s real,
For love has always been so surreal.

So I close my eyes and ask you to stay,
“Have faith in me” hope you’ll say.

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