Eisenhower's Literary Magazine
June, 2004
In the Halls of My Hazel Eyes
By Sam
In the halls of my hazel eyes
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But bones can shortly heal
The words you say
Go deep inside and hurt the way I feel
In these hazel eyes you can see
The wanting to cry
As I walk through the halls
And get brushed aside.
In the halls of my hazel eyes
I am never perfect
Too short to be forward
Too plain to be queen
I am over under and in between
I need love to keep me alive
Because the pain burns inside
I want to scream
I want to shout
I want to cry until
All of my feeling comes dripping out.
In the halls of my hazel eyes
A manicure and a pedicure
May help sometimes
New shoes and a skirt
They are good and give me cover.
But we all know that inside I am another
Lonely girl walking down the street.
The tip tap of my aching feet.
Dreaming of feeling the love inside
And for once not to be brushed aside
By the cruelty in my hazel eyes.
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