Through My Eyes Why Regret It?
previous day's entry
Sudden inspiration hit in the form of a poem, and here it is. I suppose it sort of reminds me of my unofficial muse, but it's not that important. It can be about him, but there's already to many about him on this site already.
Through my eyes
I see his inner pride
Through my eyes
I see how well he hides
My eyes see
The love he didn�t keep
My eyes see
The secrets all so deep
He lets go
To hold on is so wrong
He lets go
To what used to be so strong
I see how
He moves on day to day
I see how
He keeps nothing in his way
Through my eyes
I see his hidden sigh
Through my eyes
I see him ask God, �Why?�
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