The Beauty of Your Eyes







My vision has captured the Worldโ€™s most beautiful eyes, emitting the mysteries of a profound soul.
Mystifying desire summons, burning with infatuation.
Captivating glimpses of:


a child-like innocence


an unconditional love


the hidden pain


And


longing desires


of a fateful destiny.
The intimate visual penetrates an illusion of heaven; its spiritual ecstasy ascending to places yet to be seen.
Share with me the magic, and allow me to stare into the beauty of your eyesโ€ฆ
Until this moment transcends forever

THE BOTTLE


Red. White. Clear. Dark.
Mixed. Shot.
Straight...to the head. Ache
Why did you always take?
Away
No longer did I wish to be in bondage. Held-CAPtive
Each time, you turned your back on me
Stabbed---
Sick. Hung...over
Indulgent-Satiated-Jaded
I hated it
No fun. You only had me tired from the run(s)โ€ฆโ€ฆโ€ฆ.
Sick and Tired
Always sick then tired
Loss of time and energy. Fatigued. No damn reprieve...in sight
Unable to see, give me insight
I see
Clearly
Now cognizant
Truth is: I was once a slave to the bottle

Rayne Writes

Rayne Writes