May 21, 2016

Her Eyes

her eyesthe green of the lady’s jacket reminded me of her eyes

the ladies jacket was a neon green color

her eyes were emerald in color

not shocking

just right

green is green



I looked and saw the picture of the sad puppy

that too reminded me of her eyes

but her eyes were happy many times

except when she passed

then they seemed relieved

partly closed

staring into something


I remember her eyes often


when they asked for them

I screamed at them

I wanted her to keep them

not sure why

she wasn’t going to need them

I would have hated to be that woman on the phone

everything moved fast

nothing made sense

my world had stopped

I’m always thinking of her eyes



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About PJ Secluded

Introspective writer working on first manuscript. Writer of original series, poems, musings of sorts and the occasional manic prose. My main blog is an original series seen through the eyes of the lesbian protagonist Burgess. With her brood of studs, they conquer fear and tragedy, embracing love and the experiences between close friends. I have been writing for just a little while now and found a true passion for it. I want to help others through my writing discussing sensitive issues that affect the LGBTQ community in a unique fashion


Lgbtq, Poetry, Uncategorized


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