It was the snake.. A serpent.. Wound in my mind.. Green evil eyes . Peering through blue.. Leaking poisonous venom into my blood.. Making me see Only the bad.. The unsaid The unfair.. The despair.. Wound up tight Inside my brain.. Waiting to make Me change.. Coiling itself Around my heart.. Until it felt hollow.. Stone cold.. An emptiness like I have never known.. Pounding my hope Into dust.. Taken over by this serpent.. Anger Frustration ANGER Damnation.. This child within me.. Green with envy.. But refusing to be seen.. Just green eyes Looking through blue.. Maybe this makes No sense to anyone.. Doesn't matter anymore.. This serpent has been evicted.. I am sure it is out looking For it's next victim.. I now see you.. Through MY OWN True blue eyes.. And I love you.. As the woman I am.. As the lost child That I was.. Yes.. I love you.. For no reason.. Just because.. No more evil green Looking through blue. Just me loving You..
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