There comes a time
When a piercing glare
Will not do.
When letting tears escape
Becomes the only way to get the emotion out.
Might it seem so painful,
But soft eyes will always see kindly in the end.
Soft eyes have gotten though.
Glares just build walls.
There is never a gain in making others fall.
*Nudge, nudge, wink, wink politicians that aren't Bernie*
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Acts of Rain ||a collection of poetry|| #Wattys2016
Puisi((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed diff...
