Pain
There is pain that hides in these eyes,
These eyes can tell a lot of lies
As they want a disguise
And yet to my surprise
They are at my own demise,
You may see eyes
I hate my own face with these lies.
You may see a smile that's two times it's size,
But what sorrows does it compromise
These sombre eyes
Are truly there own demise.
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Poems
Poésiethey will have all different meanings some of which I don't know yet so maybe you can help me out
