Place each eye on my shoulder
Each a different color
Each a different lover
And watch my back
The empty sockets walking about
Aren't exactly happy with me
They, in fact, despise who I've become
And the personality I've buried in my journey
Every empty socket, once caught my eye
So I caught theirs
Waited rain or shine, for just one moment
To take my favorite bodily proponent
Obsessed until I was convinced
And dug out their eye as soon as they "let me in"
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Violently Silent : Poetry
PoetryFrom the LGBTQ+ subjects that some consider taboo to the abandonment of others because of the things we cannot control, this poetry book covers all the things you'd normally not hear about. Everyone tries to keep us quiet. And I think it's about tim...
