You have this gift.
You can see a man's true intent;
you can tell if he means well
or if he means harm.
You can see the good,
the bad,
and the disgusting and revolting
in the people around you.
You can look into their eyes,
the windows of their soul,
and you can just
know.
I still remember
how you once described someone.
"I don't know what I see,
I just know it's wrong".
But I have to ask,
what do you see in me,
My love, my empathy, my devotion,
or my pain, my weight, and my woes?
Perhaps I don't know what surfaces first.
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Poems & Short Stories
Короткий рассказA collections of poems, short stories, and whatever else may fall under those grounds.
