his eyes
my eyes,
he said,
i like to make them sparkle
...............for they are a window
...............a window to my soul
my eyes,
he said,
do all the smiling
...............though he looks at me
...............and does not smile
his eyes,
i know,
they are merely wild
and do not sparkle
...............do not sparkle like a year old child
his eyes,
i know,
they never smile
...............never smile and never laugh
...............like the days of youth
his eyes,
...............aye,
.......they are a window
..............................a window to his soul
but it is old
...............and sad
.......................and blind
posted by Josh @ 4/26/2006 09:59:00 pm
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1 Comments:
nice allegory kinda thing. just that i thought 'blind' being the last word didnt really catch the essence of the whole thing.
but it like. reeks of ur style. haha. ok fine not reeks. uh. something positive. exudes. doesnt sound as fun but it'll do =).
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