A Question

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For whom is there beauty if not the beholder?

Where can I sob, if not on your shoulder? 

What’s there in that dazzling brown eye,

more important to you than where I can cry?

Your only way of knowing just how I feel

is by creating a wound and watching it heal. 

By living through loss, and living through gain,

is a far better way to know someone’s pain.

I had you once, but I didn’t know,

so you picked up and left, and I just let you go.

  • Author: Alex (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 2nd, 2018 20:42
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 19
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  • FredPeyer

    tepo said it all already!
    Agree completely with him, Alex. Great poem!



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