Category: eye
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Unbroken Time
Money is temporary. It will waste away like dandelion spores blowing in the wind. It will cease to exist like silent tears pouring from restless eyes. But the love amassed by two people will live on through the annals of unbroken time. So make something worth keeping. Love always, Esha <3
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Laughter Ensues
Why is it so hard to say, I love you? No matter the things we go through… I still care. And when you need a friend to be around. I will do my best to be there. No matter the cost. I’ll pay your fare. Us together is the good time that keeps on giving. …
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Smile Anyway
We once sat on the shore or maybe But that time has passed And a fresh tide washes sand off the soles Of sun burned feet Running against the strong breeze There is no looking back No questioning yesterday Only forward movement Locked eyes fade to subtle glances Broken glass disintegrated into wayward chances Time…
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Why I Love You
Pull on loose heart strings With a sigh of your voice Through the tilt of your head Via a weepy look in your clear eyes Only you can make hard shoulders slump forward While rigid arms give way for a much needed hug And that’s why I love you Love always, Esha <3
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Old Photos
Old pictures lead us to long forgotten memories. Wooden frames hold beautiful moments frozen in time. Forging a connection between the past and the present. The feelings and glances that happened but didn’t last. Seconds recorded in one bright flash. Former Kodak sentiments etched into the lens of a smart phone. But every photo speaks…
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Your Shell
Do you like your shell? I know that it’s full of unused space Does the opaque color make you feel at ease? Unable to recognize your ever evolving face But I know your cold Tried of swapping shells Because your in need of a cozy home You glide and crawl through darkness Scared to move…
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Chains
Rusty shackles clink. They stink of old iron overused. Leaving orangish hues on pale wrists that came into the world chain free. The world binds up the truth and locks it away. Anticipating that trapped souls never escape. But an eye with a singular purpose fills the body with light. Salvation is a narrow road…
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The Mission of Writers
Writing is a nasty business. One minute you’re speaking with your whole heart. Baring the issues of your soul on a white paper that seems endless. The next minute your words dry up like a shallow puddle of water on a hot summer’s day. The words fade to black and the feeling of flowing letters…
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