SeeThruMineEyes

Ghostly Footsteps Our Ghostly footsteps we left into mother earth. As we walked a path unknown to another Invisible imprints washed away Fading as quickly as they were left. Mother Earth remembers all Bits and pieces traces left behind. All the things done and said Words replaced by air Movements turned to dust Memories left to to be forgotten Not knowing of what's to come As you move along sadly kicking up more earth Whispering into the air Mother Earth is so forgiving allowing us to leave ghostly footsteps that turn to dust Donna LaRue Demmy Siler Aka: DaLouranne, Laroobie, SEETHRUMINEEYES June 25, 2014 7 (https://www.deviantart.com/7):03 p.m. Copyright  ©

Do you blame me? Do you hate me? In the whole scope is it honestly my fault? I don't think it's initially either of our fault. We reacted to what they did to us. Maybe you do or don't recall the events that took place. Her reading saying she was bound to leave you and destroy a mans family She would know it when she looked into his eyes. That transpired long before you and I met. They toyed with us. They taunted and twisted our hearts. Destroyed us. Confused us. Said they were twin souls then said you and I were. Said oh you don't understand it ain't like that.. Well 7 years later I can say I knew then she loved him and only him He is an a

You may hate me You may hate me and call me names You may curse me and keep me at bay Unveil me and hold me down if that’s your way Take off my mask and you will see My inner self shining brightly back at me. In your eyes you see the shame but you don’t know where to place true blame, Try to put me down and that’s okay, But remember there’s one thing that will remain unchanged Your little WHORE is at fault and should feel truly ashamed For all the pain and hurt she caused. That hate you feel, it’s not for me, Open your eyes and you’ll both see. That hate you feel is for your WHORE, And all she

  Bound to keep my lips sealed I cannot tell you how I feel I cannot tell you what I want I cannot show you what I like I cannot speak of the things that should be spoken I cannot ask you the things you like I cannot explain to you why I can't I cannot touch you in the way you want I cannot get to know you in a way I would like I cannot find out if you want the same I cannot ask of you to be apart of me I cannot imagine you wanting me I cannot think you would want to support me in the ways I need I cannot offer what you need This is why I am bound with my lips sealed But I could and would if we ever had the chance.... Donna LaRue Demmy S

 On that Fateful Tuesday Night     On January 8, 2008             If.. just if, I only would have went along, Then maybe, just maybe I could have just known.. I would have known that all your songs were not written for me. Little did I know when you made those plans to get together with her You said we were gonna go and counsel her with her issues But I didn't realize that the "WE" you meant was you and her.... The poem so eloquently written scrolled up so small and so tightly Hidden away inside a feathers quill   To say she is the moon you the stars   But not to her knowledge and ever to be known you've said that same to me a many

warmth and togetherness to know the warmth in his touch ..... to have the feeling of togetherness... to feel the tender warmth ... as his soul leaps out to yours and yours  does just the same... stays with you while he's away.... understood unspoken words given..... gentle loving whispers for each other...... soft kind words to keep within.. affection from you to him..... a forever love to finally begin with the existence to no end.... and comfort in knowing he has you to love and you have him..... feeling his presence when he isn't around the lingering of his soul to keep you warm ...   the lasting words left behind that make you