His eyes, his smile
I wonder what enchants me.
The way he speaks, his awful singing,
I wonder what amuses me.
The words he says, the hearts he breaks,
I often wonder what tears me.
The look of loathing, the grin at another's fall,
I wonder what disgusts me.
But lo! His conflicted eyes, if but for a moment,
I wonder... do they tell another story?
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Him. (poem)
PoetryStay away from him. He's nothing but trouble. He will only hurt you. But... What if... he himself is hurting?