As I fell into her eyes,
at once I felt as though
I had lost every feeling
I ever had.
And my tears were sharpened
by the exact incision
of your laughter.
And my fears were sharpened
by the same blade
I use to speak.
In this cold, empty room of stone,
I walk past the darkest church pews...
and I float to touch the mirror at the very front.
I go here sometimes--somewhere deep inside my mind.
She is there and she turns to face me
in the middle of the road.
It is nighttime, and we only see
because the streetlight allows us.
"People change," she said
with a smile and wet eyes.
That means so many things right now.
Author notes
Streetlights - http://allpoetry.com/poem/2278117
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The language of the eotions are very feasible when they are dipped in the feEl of the poetry ..you did a wonderufl work here with the sentiment of the life..well done...
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that's gripping man. i still havent totally gotten the meaning ut i suppose thats why i love it
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