You can really see the same eyes on different heads.
They haunt me even if I'm in bed.
The same damn eyes, I can't help but remember my lies.
The same droopy eyes of the guy of wrists that bled.
The same old eyes that cry.
At your heart I did impale, but alas I was just the past.
So this horror you must prevail so this error won't repeat the past.
So I moved on and so I did sail.
So your heart should not fail.
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Daniel, a poem collection.
PuisiPoem collection by Marlon. I like to dedicate this book of poems to my lover, Daniel. Without him these poems or this idea couldn't be made without him. He is my light, my sun, my moon, my everything, my world. I like to thank him for helping me mak...
