Lonely eyes, Lonely eyes what do you see?
I see these tears falling so free.
But no one else appears to see the glittering jewels like the sea.
So I scream and I scream and I scream and make a scene.
They turn to me and ask why I make a fuss.
And I cry, "Because, because, because
No one sees these lonely eyes staring back at me."
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
