The silent Poet
And Still I Look, But Do Not See - Poem by The silent Poet
And still I look,
But don't see,
Obsessed, a heathy desire,
To over please, compensate for feelings of nothingness,
I look but do not see, not satisfied, every crevice every pore, a wonder galore,
My eyes feast greedily at this beauty,
I look but do not see, all she has done, all she is, all she will be how she has become, why she is here, why I am he?
I look but will not see, all the lonely nights, fights, anger, we agree not but move on to new disagreements, i look but want to see, our commitment our future our life us we,
I look but do not see. Her.
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