Eyes to See
It's funny how almost of everyone could appreciate my pieces.
Most of my teachers would tell me how good I am. Most of my friends would envy me because of my fluency in the medium I am using. Most people would hope for me to write for them too.
Meanwhile, there was you. There was you who I wrote for; who keeps me wide awake and bothers my head every single night. There was you who I wrote for but could not notice nor appreciate.
It's funny how other people could while you, who should, could not. It's funny how you have eyes but you could not see.
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He Who Cried Words
PoetryYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
