lake eyesA Poem by InsidiousRain
look at your eyes
the color of the crest of a wave as the sun shines through before a rainstorm. rimmed with black hiding the worry lines that spiral outwards like the ripples that come when a rock is thrown into your little lake. hiding the red tint that comes when the tears fall like raindrops into your little lake. spattering into your little lake splashing out of your lake-filled eyes smudging the black as it falls from your pale lids into your small hands the hands you hate.
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Added on April 6, 2015 Last Updated on April 6, 2015 AuthorInsidiousRainNYAboutSome people are sheep. Some are politicians. Some are wisemen, leaders. A black and white world. Me? I'm that queer kid. Whoever has the faintest idea where I'm going, it sure as hell isn't me. .. more..Writing
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