Eyes.
Heavy eyes,
Waiting peaceful dreams,
The escape we’re all looking for?
Not by many means.
Near tear filled eyes,
Approaching blissful visions,
It’s a joy to let the imagination run wild,
To avoid realities frequent collisions.
In the eyes of a dreamer,
Each dawn brings a new day.
Every second is there for the taking,
Another day, another game already in play.
Lovers eyes,
Glazed over in emotion,
Living along side an equal,
Lost in a beautiful soundproof ocean.
The eyes of the young,
are forever lost in a fairytale,
They grow up with happy endings,
Magic is what they inhale.
Strong eyes,
The eyes of all those living,
To matter what happens to any of us,
Towards ourselves we must always be forgiving.
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The Pure, Simple, Truth.
PoetryLife isn't always the best thing. But we only get one. So here I am, making the most of it, trying my best to get everything i feel down into words so that i don't have to dwell on those feelings and thoughts anymore. My latest collection of poems...
