What do your life feel like?
(Why?)
Because I can't tell you mine,
And what do your eyes dream like?
(Why?)
Because I can't see mine.
Now I've got my glasses on my face,
But I can't see past this stage,
And though I've seen your face,
I still can't see you in this place.
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- Comment from author about the poem: another post derived from lyrics im writing in class. idk i just liked this part. n e waysss im still writing these lyrics instead of doing my work. i probs shld do my work bc im failing this class, but its alr. okay byeee
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