It was something
About my eyes,
That told you lies
With feelings
Inside of them.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryYour life is a line, And you put those line In the form of words. And you express your life, With the line you wrote Written by a sinful hand But an innocent eye. Thoughts of a butterfly, Written with the language Of the lion Poems are mine except...
Eyes
It was something
About my eyes,
That told you lies
With feelings
Inside of them.
