Your eyes
A silent innocence
Perhaps the kind that doesn't exist
The kind I am cursed to see
The kind that creates emotional fallacies...
Your words
A loud arrogance
Perhaps the kind that doesn't exist
The kind that don't match your eyes
The kind for which, I pay the price...
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 14th, 2024 02:39
- Comment from author about the poem: I see things others don't
- Category: Love
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