Anton Smith Poems

Gazing into her eyes puts my sense of logic on pause,
they say no one is perfect but this girl has no flaws.
The strength of her beauty has command over my will,
I spend every moment I can with her and yet I can never seem to get my fill.
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I stand alone in these dark vulgar shadows
but these shadows are not casted by humans
they are casted by these tall walls that that hold me captive
My mind enslaved by these chains of society’s ridicule, The master controlling it like a droid
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