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Our Eyes
Your eyes, I don’t often see them
Your spirit is hidden from me
Your voice, I don’t often hear it
Directly pointed at me
Your life, I know nothing of it
Your soul is a mystery
Our persons are so irrelevant
I wish that you would see me
Oh, I wish that you would see me
My eyes, you don’t often see them
My feelings are hidden from thee
My voice, is it too annoying
For you to come speak to me?
My heart is under a shroud so
That not even you can see
And to you it appears like coal
I wish that you could see me
Oh I wish that you could see me
Our eyes, they don’t often meet
But your friendship I value so
So much more than sweets
And so much more than gold
I love you as much as your sisters
And I hope that you love me the same
But our persons are so irrelevant
And I wish that you would see me
Oh I wish that you could see me
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Long story short, feelings happen. There's this dude I like a lot, but the only time we ever speak to each other is when we're completely alone, which has only happened three times in the time I've known him. I know his sisters fairly well. They're two of my only friends, and I doubt I could love them more if I tried, but I can't seem to get close to the brother. He closes up sometimes when I simply walk past. But you aren't reading this for my problems. I hope you enjoy the poem!
~HC