My eyes alway weak, these acid tears have taken there toll.
My sight of the true world blinded, these acid tears.
My ears listen but I cannot understand because I do not see the true meanings, these acid tears.
My heart lingers, for the love of Friend. But these acid tears blind me from the good in people.
These acid tears no longer fall. Because I have she'd them all. I have awaken from this dread, only now to see the dread of what I once was.
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This is my first post. This will mostly just be short things like this. Vote comment if you like it? Thanks
-Leo
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Diary Of A Poet
PoetryYou must understand what this has become. This has become the diary of one. One poor soul mixed with society grasping for the help of writing.
