Eyes so gray.
Look into them, can't you see all the dismay?
There is no reason to really condemn,
but you knew what you were doing,
so I'll still call you cruel,
because you're aware that when people cross your path,
that they must beware of you,
the cold-hearted fool
with that significant sociopathic stare.
Psychos, feel all my wrath.
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Maeve's Poetry
PoetryThis is a bundle of my poems. Yes, those I write too. Feedback is always allowed! These poems may not be pretty, and some may be. These poems are the plump heart to darkness and light. Red, and grim, but still beating, and now in your hand, I give y...
