How am I supposed to build a home in myself
when
every time I'm alone
I stare at the wall
and don't even blink
until
all the feelings come out of my eyes
like an ocean
I would never have imagined myself to
cry
then clutch my heart
that now stings
and whisper
why
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Behind These Eyes (Poetry)
PuisiI've heard them saying you can see it all in the eyes but there are some things that can't be seen in their shine these are the thoughts hiding behind these eyes.
