I sleep on a wet pillow,
My heart aches every night when i lie,
I sleep and wake with a misty eye,
My elbow is soaked with tears and regrets,
Woe and pain my chest begets.
O' my love butterfly has flown away,
It has been three months but to me a day.
My wounds remain pristine like wet clay.
Her love though stale remains fresh upon my buds,
I sleep on the trim of her eyes and wake with better cuts,
Time has failed me with its healing portions,
My poor eyes tote this twinge oceans,
But soft my heart; i pray you not cry,
Not under this merry a sky,
Mask your agony with a smile,
Dance and fool fate awhile
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Teenage Eyes
PoetryLife through a teenager's eyes is filled with baffling complications. Personal relationships, morality dilemmas, love and lust, courage quests, the feeling of growth, need for privacy...lets take one more look through our Teenage Eyes.
