I looked into your eyes today.
They were silver with a hint of gold
They conveyed a bigger story than I never expected.
Telling me to behold what isn't there.
I touched the ocean like you said.
"One finger first, then the whole hand."
It bled blue and red.
I touched the wind, and like you said
"Always with feeling, never with touch."
I was cold.
I thought much about the way you touched my soul.
You listened, never judged.
You're eyes look like coal.
You smudged me with your hate.
You listened, I followed.
I'm cold.
I can't swallow.
You molded me into this sculpture!
You made me hate?
Why?
It is too old to complete...
You threw me away
like you throw trash.
I won't be here today
You make me into ash.
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i really like this! wow, the ending is accusatory, but beautiful and it rhymes well occasionally.
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Thnk you ^^
yea i didn't want it all to rhyme. ^^
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