I like the way the days have eyes
staring through a window
we can't see through.
and I have loved you
though you will not do
and I can't see to the edge of these
pale realities
fraught with "please"
but with no "thank yous".
you will never be
alive to me
and I won't be your own pale face
soaking up rays
of a bright sun
shining through
day one, day two,
and on and on an on
until you
sink within sighing
thinking of another dull morning.
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Awesome. The days have eyes. Yet they say nothing of what they see.
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Excellent
A complete passing thought placed into poetic form. I love those types of poems. Poetry is the only art that can do that. Well done my new poet friend. ~Peace~Gar
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oh i love this
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*sigh*..
such sublime, gentle words..
must you make your readers float too?
how inappropriate.
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I love the soft and precise language in this. Very Well done!
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Blown away by this piece. We live through the pretenses don't we, all the while, knowing deeply, there is something else...out there/inside. You make me want to write! Geo
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Oh wow, I really really like this one. Would say why but I'm tired and should go to sleep. Anywho. ...
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