In The Eyes Of A Child...........By Poetic D

As I looked into the eyes of this child I could see one thing very clearly, and that was that innocence was lost. How can such a thing that is so precious be taken so easily? It hurts when I look into the eyes of this child and see pain, anger, and suffering, no longer could I see hope and admiration.



I looked into the eyes of that child and saw the death of a future staring back, no longer did I see the hopes of the past in the twinkle of that childs eyes. No longer did I see the appreciation of the value of life, but what I did see was the hunger and acceptance for self destruction and death. I saw the pain felt when it seems that all hope is lost. I saw defeat, I saw misguidedness and most of all I saw fear,a fear that this child will never get to experience life.



They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but when I look into the eyes of this child I saw that those windows were frozen shut, housing nothing but coldness and hurt. And how do we fix such a problem the child finally asked, such a problem that continues to manifest into self consumption? I simply said just try opening your eyes a little bit more.



I shed a tear for the child because I saw that this child today child would never get a chance to be tomorrows man. As I stared into this childs eyes I finally asked what did he see when he looked into mines..................

Selfish................ By Poetic D

I could never love her the way she wanted me to. I could never love her more than myself. I couldn't put her feelings before those of my own. I hurt her, but only to avoid myself from being hurt. I cheated her I filled her head with empty promises which I knew wouldn't ever be kept. I wanted her, at least for the time being. Knowing it was only gonna be temporary I still promised her forever, who knew forever was so close.

She wanted a companion, I wanted a warm bed to lay in. She saw deceit, I saw a compromise. She looked towards the future, and well me I couldn't see past my watch. She said this isn't fair, I said life isn't fair. She said well then this can't be life, and I said life is what you make it.

I am like sweet candy, appealing and tasty but in the long run simply I'm no good, I'm unhealthy and can be detrimental if consumed in large quantities. I am like fine wine enticing to the lips but intoxicating not allowing you to think rational. I am your fantasies fantasy I am to good to be true, maybe I should have told the truth, but what is truth accept a persons perception of a situation. Well then here is my truth.

The truth is that I'm simply selfish.