Sometimes I feel like a worn out book
With pages bent and the spine creased
Looked over by so many
Yet remembered by very few
Tossed on the shelf over and over again
Time after time.
Sometimes I feel like a crossword puzzle
Laying on the coffee table of a man who has too much to do
Wrapped up in life
Forgetting to breathe and look around myself
Losing touch and forgetting to say thank you
Time and time again.
My green eyes have seen sorrow
They have seen pain and disappointment
But, My God, they have seen happiness too
They have seen love and religion
Because they have seen you, silly. You.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Green Eyes
Poesíaopen your eyes / you are more than just / a hitchhiker in this life. / you are in fact / an artist. / just pick up a pen / and you will see. /
