Eyes
Eyes so thoughtless
Eyes so deep
Eyes so empty
I dare not speak
Eyes for murder
Eyes for tears
Eyes for sorrow
I've felt through the years
Eyes of a maryter
Eyes of a prince
Eyes of a peasant
I'm held to the pretense
Our eyes are all different
Our eyes are all unique
Our eyes are there to guide us
To whatever life we seek
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Lady D
im 19. im a girl. im silly. im weird. i dont know if what i write is poetry, but i write it all the same... thats really all there is to me.
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