Look into my eyes you can see the morning sky the pain i hide deep inside and the desire i have to survive. People tell me how pretty my eyes are i smile and say thank you but only if they knew what story's my eyes told they would not think they where so pretty at all. My eyes tell a story look deeper and you can read my life. my eyes are like my heart once i closes them my mind goes blank and my heart stops. So see once you look into my eyes you can find the real me.
Hi Saleema!
ReplyDeleteHow are you doing with your piece? I noticed that you have not had a chance to revise yet. I hope you will go into more detail about what your life is beneath those eyes.
See you on Monday,
Karen
P.S. I called your counselor back and left a message, but we have not gotten in touch yet.