My Point Of View

Written by: James Lukas

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.