The Naked EyeA Poem by John ByrdFeeling as if I’m Pinocchio And my strings are being pulled. I’m being played with. But I’m a real boy. I have a heart and feelings. I may not show them But I do.
For you to just throw it all away is sad No Disrespectful to me and all I’ve done. You’re the reason I don’t trust women.
They like rebounds and back up plans. They don’t want to be vulnerable. Love is vulnerable but you don’t know What it is. You can’t possibly love me and do this.
Your words don’t match your actions. When two things don’t match up There isn’t a fire. Even the cave men were brave enough To try something new and spark fire. But you’re too incompetent to.
All I hear is lies from your mouth. I can see them from a mile away. They are like the Himalayas. Except only I can see them. Invisible to the naked eye. My eye’s aren’t naked anymore. © 2014 John Byrd |
StatsAuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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