i bet you don't notice how your eyes
show what you feel inside.
that phrase you wrote about how a guy
had came up and spit out lies
turned your eyes an obsidian black.
and the line about the little girl crying
turned your eyes a soft chocolate.
you don't notice these things
you're immersed in your poetry
and even though you think
your poetry isn't worth anything
the expression in your eyes
is worth everything.
YOU ARE READING
Gypsy
Poetrya poetry collection "Gypsy souls aren't meant to stay in one place; they're meant to wander. I got tired, bored, and depressed in the place that I was at. Change was the only option. So I packed up my soul in a suitcase and left."
