He who has confident strides
Walks the streets of night
Smelling lovely hearts
Stealing glances, left to right
People dare stop and wonder
"Whose heart will he take this time?
Whose dreams will he slaughter?"
They pray God forbids it
Or not leave alone victims of his crime
Where did he get the fire to commit such act so vile?
But He, I saw that night
With strides, not confident inside
Crushing lovely hearts
Stealing their every light
Yes he used it
Lighting only his way through the night
But never his entire life.
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Broken Windows, Broken Soul
PoetryThey say, "The eyes are the windows to your soul". ... and only the eyes can see them. Your broken windows. Your broken soul. Let us be careful not to step on those shattered glasses on the floor... ____________________ Keep smiling. Keep shining. K...
