Her eyes are a blessing
Whilst my eyes are a curse
Amethyst glows in those eyes
Nothing glows, even shimmers, in these eyes
Those eyes can read me like a book
These eyes cannot read like hers
How can her eyes love mine?
I believe, that your eyes are a charm
I see a bright flame alight in your eyes
I believe your eyes hold great wisdom
How can my eyes love yours?
Eyes see more than pictures
And my eyes see, and are willing, to give yours love
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Peoms
this journal contains depressing poems. So if you don't like reading about people dying...then KEEP OUT. Scratch that. SOME of the poems are dark.
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