your peeper blue eyes
that see into me forever
in my soul, my hardened heart
drawing me out, i can't live without
i have been seeing all my life
in childhood dreams
inside depths of manhood's madness
they are there
watching
willing
waiting
wanting
eating me
haunting me till the end
4 comments:
How can this do harm?
don't you know...poetry is dangerous.
especially when written while drunk.
Drunk.....sure.
did you write that...let me in on whats going on sounds painful....a poetry book in the future ...??
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