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Babys got Blue Eyes
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Post Traumatic Stress Disorder Baby's Got Blue Eyes
He removed her fears ,
and wiped away the tears,
as she cuddled and hung on to his neck.
The smile on her face,
matched the glow in his heart.
And he realised how lucky he was .
No one can say ,
twere ever a day,
where he'd never paused for thought.
The thunder rolls,
the rain lashes down ,
all the while the dead lie asleep in their beds.
My turns been,
there's some sights I've seen,
of which I'll never talk.
The breathings shallow ,
while she clutches on tight,
to her green one eyed teddy .
He can still hear them roar ,
as he closes the door,
and switches out the light .
Very touching and symbolic. I really liked it. Keep writing!
Oh, this is a wonderful poem. There's nothing like a little one to smooth salve on an aching spirit. Powerful words of suffering here. I appreciate this poem very deeply.
Very cute sweetie keep writing and i'll keep reading *~Samantha~*