Feel my eyes
They look through your jaded face
As the cloud overhead sighs
The void consumes you leaving no trace
We are locked in a foot race
Constantly running from our true selves
How far we fell from grace
Dusty like empty shelves
Do you ever wonder how different things could be?
I doubt it you never looked into the future
Trust doesn't come free
Your visage so empty without feature
You tell me how we can be better
You never have the courage to change
You stole my favorite sweater
And with that my heart as well.
-Bishop
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The Group Project
PoetryA project of random poems by Salem (me), Axel, Bishop and Jack. Maybe some guest appearances every so often.
