The Beauty of Your Eyes







My vision has captured the World’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 eyes…
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)……….
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