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Itching Eyes

Have you ever
felt a burn,
that was so intense,
it felt cold?

My eyes play
these tricks,
confusing my
senses.

It feels as if
I’m being stabbed
by an act of soldering,
melting my pupils.

Yet, when my
eyelids do close,
it feels as though
ice caresses my irises.

A strange sensation
travels throughout
my being,
contradicting my pain.

©️LifeHappens

Posted in poetry

Entertainment

Well worn
roughly used
Nothing more
than fabric
No heart, and soul
to discuss
Just an object
to pass one’s fancy
If only for
the night

©️LifeHappens

Posted in poetry

Sacrifice

How can one
trust, when
they’ve crashed,
and burned?

How do I
know the difference
between authenticity,
and faux interest?

My life is
built on pain
I wish to never
feel, again.

So, how do I
protect myself
from the daggers
of a liar’s arsenal?

©️LifeHappens