Splitting divide

Alan R

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

 

 

  • Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) (Offline 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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