Eyes can be anything but light
For me it's pain,
My solitude philosophy
My entity lies within you
Without you, my trinity, my salicylic cross
My Gemini dives in your aura
You held my hand in a miss, sacred seldom
You never broke the hurricane
I lied to my serenity
The chandelier cried a word or three
The peasant shimmered in bloody sundine
Your mirror darkened my bruise
Cabinets close, moons drops to -2
The silent parakeet danced in grief , in juvenile
You lit everything, my light, my burn, my strife
Eyes can be anything but light
My eyes bled in peace
your hand, only a breakeven
Made up for the unright, leaving the shrine, my someone.
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NOT FLAWLESS ENOUGH
PoetryNone of us are actually flawless, How much ever we try to make ourselves believe we are perfect, we are amazing.. we'll still be carrying the scars of our own lives and the glories of someone else's But we still try to be flawless, hiding all the m...
