She can't help but stare
It was only human
The world she forced to bear.
If she could use what she saw as a weapon
She would.
But she'd use the weapon only to step on.
Harm had already been given
Cause her silent stare made us hurt
she's can not be forgiven
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The New Year Lore
PoetryPoetry describing my perspective of new years through the eyes of the others. Quite thought out. weirdly enough, in these unorderly poems, order matters. I hope you enjoy. Or at least find it a passable way to spend the time. *cough* or potentially...
