Eyes Poem by Kelsey Bachmeier

and with eyes like that, his eyes
they're taking away my soul
they're teaching me to kill
they're lacing me with guilt

and with hands like that, his hands
they're turning me black and blue
they're forcing me with you
they're proveing what we have is true

and with eyes like these, my eyes
they're burning from the tears
they're hiding all my fears
they're glassed over, like worn out mirriors

and with hands like these, my hands
they're raw from all my crying
they're blocking all his blows
they're linked within his own