The eye is tinted glass,
It sees what lies before it but others can't see what's behind.
The behind is a memory,
Sometimes barren, sometimes fruitful, it relies on perspective.
Perspective is us,
It is unique, different, and individual.
The individual is lonely,
So unique with no match, its soul shatters like broken glass.
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Poetry
PoetryA collection of poetry, an unorganized jumble of thoughts and feelings expressed through simple prose. Feel free to jump from poem to poem or read only the titles that appeal to you.
