As I looked into her eyes, holding her gaze for a moment in time
My spirit melted with my soul in turn, captivated by this shear form of beauty in the shine
I tried to pretend as though unperturbed, unmoved, trying not to feel the sway
But every move I made did nothing else but give me and my bottled emotions away
When I looked again, now with such deliberate intent
I saw through her soul, a being that's been bleached by life's own lieutenant
Battered and bruised even though from without, all you see is a facade, totally unreal
I asked myself how this near-perfect, almost flawless angel managed to keep things well-concealed
But the moment she opened her mouth, I confirmed life had given her so much grief
She needn't say more, cos her words came from a place of weariness, a depth of anger that's known no-brief
Trusting in love with another, and giving her all in the serve of others, a natural law
Seemed to have been enough to shape her soul, held captive by life's brutal and fearsome claws
Can she ever be whole again, can she ever genuinely shape a smile again?
Can she ever see life in full color without having to wallow underneath in such gruesome pain?
For me, the more I looked, the more I got disturbed thinking hard and asking, how can I play a role?
But after many failed tries, all I could say was, that's what happens when looking with a prism through a broken soul
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