Looking through
I see youBut I see through.
We stand together
Just me and you.
You say things
That shouldn't be spoken.
I sway from what he sings
Into the land of the broken.
You stand before me
But I look through.
I smile
Because I don't see you.
Looking through
I see youslohan4u commented on Looking through
11-15-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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