Thursday, October 9, 2014

FRUSTRATED POET


It just depends on how many eyes you have

Eyes Holes in a wall give you a glance into a skeptical dimension

You see through, but have to ponder on what it is that you're seeing

The dimensions of life are an infinite amount

It just depends on how many eyes you have

And how your line of vision is smiling

The night skies are your eyes

Your eyes hold the brightest lights of eve

With every blink you keep a secret of space

The first look you gave took all my time

And till my last breath, I will always be grateful to see the blissful dusk.

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