How come they say
Eyes don't lie,
Yet yours do, oh my?
How come they say
You eyes are like
Bountiful seas,
Yet they are so vicious
No one sees?
But oh, I see right
Through those
Pretty brown eyes,
And I tell no lies.
If I may,
They are like new
Year's day;
Both my ending
And my beginning.
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Soulful Noises
PoetryIt is pen on paper. I breathe in experience and breathe out poetry, so get ready to have your heart touched by my soulful noises. Most of the pictures in the book are photographed by me. Please show support/interest by voting or commenting.?
