It's ever watching look abodes
In the eyes it does not own
It's smile is never failing though
It is as silent as a stone
What once held, a treasure great
Now holds an empty space
Gone is it's beauty, and it’s charm
And too elegance, and grace
Feelings felt when eyes are laid
Upon it's sight are known
But from fear or great sadness
Seeds of curiosity are sown
So still and silent, thereon it stands
With eyes so dark and dull
A reminder of what it used to be—
The mysterious human skull
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POETRY COLLECTION
PoetryA compilation of some of my poetry Please read A silver tear The skull And Kismet
