All are honest colors,
innocent colors,
heartfelt colors,
blind colors.
Every lie telling eye,
moves,
darts,
shifts,
hides behind a blink.
Every lie telling eye,
opens,
closes,
sees,
looks left.
Every lie telling eye,
cries,
feels,
empties,
dies.
Those are your lie telling eyes.
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How We Were
PoetryThis is poetry of past experiences. This is poetry of what I have seen. There are no main characters. These poems may relate but are not thoroughly connected as one. Each one is about someone or something else. Interpret these poems as you will. I j...
