Free Write

This needs some major work...

I have my mother's eyes.
Blue piercing through all that look
upon the curves of our family inheritence.

Fierce with passion for the ones we love
and the ones we want to love us.

X-ray beams that can shoot across
to the one we do not believe,
understanding the truth behind their opaque eyes.

Filled with care for those who do not deserve it
worrying about all others
before the though comes about ourselves.

But our eyes are different in one way
her belief stands that there is trust in all people.
But I have read too many liars
to believe that there are many who should be trusted.