If eyes could talk
They would say lots of things
They would be realists
Seeing what they wanted to see
Constantly arguing with the mind about reality
And what the mind wants them to see
Those eyes would be alight with joy when around family and friends
Just like a firefly flying through the magnificent night sky
And when alone
Those eyes would feel sequestered
Forlornly staring into the night sky
Taking in the scenery and sensing reality
While still in a consecutive argument with the mind
As as those eyes close
The mind finally makes a decision
Between reality and fantasy
And as those eyes remain shut
The mind rewinds all the things that they eyes have seen
Combines it with all the things they have remembered
And for a short time period
Fantasy warps into reality
And becomes something called
A dream
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Poems
PuisiHey so these are just some of my poems that I wrote down in my notebook, some are old, some are recent, but I guess this is just a collection of all the poems I ever wrote. Let me know if you like them by voting!!
