Kristen Schaab is a 15-year-old punk girl from a small town in Texas. She's lived in that same town ever since she was born. Through her life she's been interested in tons of different hobbies, including soccer, friendship-bracelet making, and swimming. Her current favorite activities are playing bass guitar, drawing japanese manga, listening to music, and spending time with her friends. On Sundays she's highly involved in her church, and she plays bass and sometimes sings in the Wednesday night Youth worship. Another favorite pastime is playing with her year-and-a-half old AKC registered Miniature Schnauzer, Bristol. When Kristen doesn't have any free time, she can be found striving to keep up with the high demands of her English, Biology, and US History Potter's School homework.
Your Eyes
Your eyes are the color of the night sky. A shadow
The color of leaves in late autumn
A color so deep that the sight punctures my soul
And causes my senses to become disoriented
Your eyes are two lost souls searching for answers
In the heat of the scorching sun in a vast desert
They walk for hours but to no avail, and when the night falls
They are left naked on the sand under a sky blanketed with stars
Your eyes have a deep, yet blank appearance
And they tell a story if you look hard enough
They tell of all the put-downs you've heard and of the pain you've suffered
But they also tell of all the good things you long for
Your eyes are normal yet unique
They are as beautiful as the sunset over an ocean horizon
Or a lonely star
In the middle of a deep, dark, night sky
Your eyes hold your sight, and what you see through them is greater
Than what people view from the outside. Your eyes have seen much
They have seen love and they have seen life
They have seen weakness and they have seen sorrow
But your eyes haven't quite seen it all
Maybe someday you'll see the world and maybe then you'll be satisfied
Or you'll cry yourself to sleep every night there after, and drown your eyes
I'm not sure that your eyes will ever be ready for the world and it's hate
Your eyes, I'm sure, though strong, can't handle the world
Nobody would want to live any more if they knew what would be seen
I wouldn't dare expose your eyes to that. People are the cruelest of creatures
Just be glad nobody lives long enough to see it all anyway
The blind are lucky.
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