Can't you see my eyes through this disguise?
Do you know why I cried when my hands were tied?
Should you consider others to be your living brothers?
Could you only see one side hoping suspicion will subside.
But no.
Your mind is too closed.
To see my way.
Your blue is my red but it's all been said.
Your exhausted excuses are what tie your nooses.
Be empathetic in this world, friend.
They could see the sunrise in a better view.
Life is too short to make conclusions.
Life is too short.
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Coffee & Contemplation
Poetry"I am the only person in the world I should like to know thoroughly." - Oscar Wilde
