Biased Poem by Krista Cardwell

Biased



My attention you're attempting to hold to see you

Blinded by your presence I feel unaffected too

Your eyes desire affection and time in me

Mine indifferent, tragic, and so weary

I see you and your life through your eyes

Only for me to hide behind mine with goodbyes

Tuesday, June 30, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: alone
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