Just a little thing before this starts- I know I haven't written in a little while, but I've just been struggling a bit as of recent, and not just with writers block. I intend fully to get back into publishing more parts on this, and I look forward to it, and for new readers, hey! I hope you'll enjoy :)
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Those aren't my eyes
I whisper, bringing the coffee cup to my lips
A frown drawn across my cheeks
As I take cautious little sips
I look at the screen, eyes pasted to the passing time
I can't help but notice on my face
The absence of a line
That's normally there, I swear it is
I see it every day. But now it's replaced by an ugly
Blotch of colour, its disarray.
I catch my breath suddenly,
Pulled out of the strange act
Those might not be my eyes right now,
But later they'll change back.
YOU ARE READING
sugar glazed.
Poetrya collection of short and long poems that entail hopefully a real perspective on life, love and relationships with others. please read with caution, some themes are heavy so read away, darlings, or don't, after all, ignorance is bliss.
