You look into my eyes,
But I look back with rage.
When I was with you,
I was in a cage.
Those cold eyes,
Bright and blue.
The pain you made me feel,
Will forever be true.
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Poetry for the Pained
PoesíaThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
The Pain I Felt
You look into my eyes,
But I look back with rage.
When I was with you,
I was in a cage.
Those cold eyes,
Bright and blue.
The pain you made me feel,
Will forever be true.
