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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic

a strange poem about the way a person see's another or rather what they do and what the don't



Why must you misunderstand?

Me? All of the time

Every time

Like the sun dashing

Away from the moon

So they quarrel over the sky

The sky means good

So do I

Why are your eyes covered in filth

Like a windshield covered in soot

So that everything you see is grey

Everywhere you look,

When you look at me

You see a great smear of hate

Can’t you take the time?

To see, beyond the grit you see

And see me?

See what you once saw

Let saw become see

Bring in rainbows and flowers

Back in to your sight

Back into your life

Because only when you see again

You will understand

Your eyes are not closed

Yet, You are not looking

Through them.

Those large globes I see everyday

Can’t they lookout

To see me?

Submitted: July 03, 2008

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touching.this reminds me of a novel me and my boyfriend are planning to write together its called "Glasses for my lover". i really like this though. keep writing :)

Thu, July 3rd, 2008 3:43pm


thanks! it good to get positive feedbak

Thu, July 3rd, 2008 8:46am


Nice poem.......keep up the good work.......

Thu, July 3rd, 2008 7:01pm


thnks! please feel free to critisize!

Thu, July 3rd, 2008 12:49pm


Good job..I like this a lot. And it's very true. :) ~ Susan

Mon, July 14th, 2008 12:56pm


thanks susan!

Mon, July 14th, 2008 7:30am

Crazy Frod

I liked it too, its good . . .

Wed, August 20th, 2008 4:26pm

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