Poems I Write

More Than Meets The Eye

Another day passes,

Another day turns,

There's this little thing called randomness,

I think I own that word,

Rain pours down in endless sorrow,

Secrets spill and more tomorrow,

A final stand from a person,

Who couldn't take it anymore,

We will miss them but you know,

That they'll always be in your heart no matter what,

And even though they are not seen,

They're eyes see you in your dreams,

So even though we miss them so,

There's more than meets the eye in our souls,

And after eating cookie dough,

You'll feel better and much more warm.