I hate the way you look at me
I hate the way you stare
See the waning hope in your eyes
Lost in no tomorrow
The body of an empty man
Who once held a bright soul
Blessed with beauty from within
Radiating spirit
It kills me from deep inside
I can't feel you anymore
I want to fix your broken soul
But it hurts to even look
I might just turn away to leave
Be the coward I am
But know I must find you again
Know I must come for you
'Cause I felt that way once before
And you came back for me
4/1/13
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Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
