Snippets|truth

Curiosity
Spills from my veins

A look into her soul�"Dark from the falls
Tender at the wayside

The eyes...
tell the tale--

(they never ever lie)

...a lifetime of stories that may never be spoken...

...love hurts
[and]
a loss is gained
'a seeping' from the soul,
…and from the eyes�"‘a cry…’
The feel that life has been lost
And frozen from the moment she said goodbye


"truth"

the eyes shone brightly
matching the mood
dark�"storms,
Hazel‘d�"love....
or…reversing the angle,
whichever the shade....
the eyes speak truth�"for they are the natural [truth] serum

genuinely golden,
purely innocent,
or not...
or
hardened at heart
its wall crumbling
needing a healing...
The mind tender�"
But still yet it begs for truth