Puffed Eyes
The Poet's TreeI long to kiss your puffed eyes
To dry the wet puddles across the sky
Your tears, when will they subside
for they are slowly tearing me apart
I know that, it is clear.
And you fear
That when the world stands to watch,
they laugh. Ironically the people who
were beside you, a moment ago,
are the ones looking down into your gutter
wishing you dead.
But don't you worry, my friend,
Don't be afraid.
You have me,
And I have you.
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