Always dreaming that the storm will pass
Raging winds didn’t enhance the cold exterior
Ice was within those veins despite the hearth inside
It was challenging yet the light remained steady
Holding on to the little glimmers
There brief yet not a uncommon flickering of light
Joy sparkled in those eyes sometimes
They held its audience captive with hope
Maybe he will love her this time
Never getting that the shining in those eyes
Was a simple reflection of their own love
Mirrors don’t always show people the truth
When fog comes in from warm hearts and a cold soul
About the Creator
Lisa Pulliam
I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.
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