Seeing you,
Seeing me,
Seeing the past, before I was "free"
When I saw you
Cut me so deep,
Seeing nothing but color
Drain to black,
Getting to know her
Seeing you,
Seeing me,
Saw the vibrant colors bleed
To a sad sad blur
Seeing the scab peel
Watch our paper faces burn,
Seeing you,
Seeing me,
Feeling every thing.
Seeing you, seeing me,
Seeing through the new tears,
Seeing, feeling, the worst
White pain I had in all my years
The salt from my eyes
Cutting like knives
In the new old wounds from
Seeing you,
Seeing me.
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9.2.15
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POETRY V2
PoetryMy way of getting my feelings out. (Volume I: http://w.tt/1ODU3EZ) All poems © Reina S Mizell 2015-2017
