The woman with lonely eyes In the eyes of regret Affection, an upcoming threat Her soul free from remorse Frustration ran its course Moments depart, the lingering remains Our silence forever in chains A world of devotion, yet emotions that eclipse The amusement vanished from her lips This burning sensation, an everlasting glare A desperation to escape, something we share The world in our hands, dreams in the distance His touch, every meaning to her existence Rage and harmony inside, this eternal fight Repeat from memory, nothing left to recite Within hollow walls, a curiosity evolving This fear, this patience, not worth resolving Locked with secrets, unreachable does return The burn of truth, undeniable twists and turns Give me purpose, give me meaning A void that’s always feeding An appetite for pleasure, this guilty hunger These wounds, these scars, forever growing in numbers. Familiar patterns, a common recurring desire Haunted by thoughts. Loneliness, never higher Remember their voices, remember their stare Denial is key, all that resides is despair An empty home, cracked, torn, with aging skin A book of pictures, memories, where it all begins. Isolation. No children’s laughter, no sacred vows. Without his kiss, his care, nothing left to arouse. Can’t turn the clock, can’t change the skies Here I weep, a woman with lonely eyes.