The vines that can be found on most parts of my body,
Both red and white.
Then again i'm made of leaves that go in the breeze.
The little bird pecks,
As if I've been kissed by every feather from head to toe.
But then again I sleep on a mattress of feathers.
The fields of grass,
A sun in all my shadows, a moon in all my light.
But then again I've only hated one of the two.
Certain gifts passed down from ahead of me.
But then again I 'could' throw them away...
But then again this makes me...
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Behind My Eyes
PoetryA posting of every poem that I've ever written ...in continuation, as I write new things and express myself. Experience everything that lies behind my eyes. I am not very active on this site and only have used it to draw out my talents and express...
