Lazy eyes scan
the sea.
Skipping over my
slight frame.
Ignored once more
leaves me hollow.
Cracks my invisible
wounds.
Not only leaves me hurt
but with no one's concern.
They brush past me
with intent.
No sorry for their presence
only for my own.
Craving what no
one gives.
All I wish to receive is
eyes directed towards me
and a sorry that is well deceived.
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
