These eyes don’t cry for me,
They can see the path you’re walking on.
They cry because they can see your destiny.
They can see the raging storm.
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My arms are stretched. My eyes are full of hope. That soon you will return. You will not cut the rope. GOOD FEELINGS FOR SOME BODY IN THESE LINES IDEA VERY NICE
wow once again! these peoms are just master pieces! i love the way you rhyme and how you tell a whole story. yes it is hard to try to help someone that feels that they don't need your help. many people have been there and have done that. many others will deeply enjoy this poetic reading. your a very good writer. ~ Hazel G.E
The more she loved him, the more she tore herself from him, because it was the only way she could see his beauty blossom.