My Point of View
I wish you could see
you from my eyes, my
point of view, my soul
dost subdue to the pain
disguised as hate for
the skies, my intellect
lies, as thunder is heard
and the eagle cries, for
not all men are bred to
puncture thy heart, i
promise to mend and
never choose part, or
partake in reigning a
brokenable heart, but
rather look after it from
the very start, so hate
me not for words i may
not heave, if the silver
cord breaks i may have
to leave, forever the
tears forsaken to
grieve, if you loved me
back you'd know that
i'll breathe.
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