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 The key
 
You thought you could see
because you looked at me.

You saw my smile,
but couldn't read my thoughts.
You saw my eyes,
but not my tormented soul.
You couldn't see me.

I was hiding behind locked doors
beyond your imagination,
willingly.

My hesitation sank
as images united in my mind,
molded into shape,
tried to realise dreams of what could have been.

I was a caged eagle
-me-
striving to find the sacred key
-despite the chains -
to unlock the door,
to fly afar.

You thought you could see,
but when you did
- after I had found the key -
you were not able to look at me.


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Δ.ΣΚΟΥΦΟΣ
08-01-2009 @ 01:28
You saw my smile,
but couldn't read my thoughts.
You saw my eyes,
but not my tormented soul.
You couldn't see me.
::yes.:: ::yes.::
swordfish
08-01-2009 @ 03:19
''You thought you could see,
but when you did
- after I had found the key -
you were not able to look at me.''...may be he was never able to see you!

::yes.:: ::hug.::
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08-01-2009 @ 06:52
::smile.::
k13739
18-01-2009 @ 05:21
It takes a lot of work to "see" someone and one must be willing to spend the time to do it. Unfotunately, we are so absorbed in ourselves, that we don't take the time.....
swordfish
18-01-2009 @ 05:23
Just right!!!! ::yes.::

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