Those eyes that pierce my soul and your hands that touch my skin leaves me feeling hollow on the inside
I’ll never guess the wonders of men the shell of a crushed soul is what I must see as their pained eyes show a reflection of me
Strong and prideful, silent and scared as they me myself jump into danger have I not cared?
The fragrance of a broken soul so empty inside as their tears gently recede not daring to cry with mounted pride
Shall they never experience love with their shattered heart their souls reeking their mind ripped apart
Them as the river and us as the ocean waves are shallow and so as us who are unspoken.
Shawnda's book 