Your bright eyes are shaded. The beaming blue is simpering along with your crying eyes, running a race, blue winning as blue is fading to gray.
To give you full reprieve, unconditional praise, would never fill your void. You’ve been held captive for ages, in your mind, in your home.
To cope, you’ve lied yourself sick only to keep a peace that never existed. The sick game they played ended badly, all knights fallen and hearts tugged and trudged through thorny trenches.
Honest eyes, bright eyes, light up the room again.
You’ve been tired so long now. These words are not heavy enough, not full enough to make you whole.
We’ve thrown in the towel too many times in the past to let someone like you slip away.
Bright eyes, it can’t happen. I know you’ve much to gain and give.
Cherish your life and live.
You’ll never be the same. That’s just fine.
We love you, without blame.
Dawning Creations 
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