Sometimes I think about the world in someone else's eyes.
Do you see things the way I do,
or does the world have another hue?
The strange shades of dread and fear...
They must look so much different for you.
Do you see things the way I do?
The night sky drenched in a miserable hue.
The clouds are dark and dreary too,
and here I am, thinking of you.
But maybe in your eyes, things are brighter,
filled with love, and joy, desire,
painted with glory and bright as a fire,
ingniting your world like nothing prior.
I wish I could see things from your point of view,
for maybe, I could be just as bright as you.
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Poems & Short Stories
Storie breviA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
