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Your glassy eyes,
Give out your weakening sanity,
Your opaque eyes,
They give out your gloating sadness,
Your eyelids,
They brush against them,
Like wipers,
They clean it every second,
So certainly,
You wouldn't be blind,
But still you are,
To the ambivalent and ambiguous world,
Then you write your salty tears,
Unto smooth parchment paper,
You write cause not one tear,
Could express you so much as words do,
And so the secret,
Remains concealed,
Within your glassy eyes,
Its transparency; its only enemy,
And so the secret,
Remains revealed,
Only to many parchment papers,
And the pen used to jot,
Your cursive letters,
Its loops contain your pain,
Your slanting letters,
Its angles contain your silent anger,
So just write, glassy-eyed lady,
For each word written and,
Each touch of ink to paper,
Is a drop of color to your eyes,
For each movement of your hands,
Painful thoughts are released,
For each composition completed,
A demon from your past is tamed.
Love,
The Eye Inspector 🔅🔆
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Halllooo lavies~
It's 5:40 in the morning and I'm prepping for school. Then on Saturday, our exams would take place, and the crazy thing is that we haven't had classes for two days already. Talk about taking exams without classes!
Anyway, hope you enjoyed!💞
Lav y'all~ 💘💕
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Poem Addiction
Poetry"A poet's greatest strength is his words; his greatest weakness is his emotions; his greatest addiction is his paper that is the world he lives in." -Eskay Kitz-
