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.