Eyes of the Beholder
Staring through,
Eyes so new.
Forgive me,
For judging you.
We've been trained to,
Single out the few,
who dont fit the view.
Picking them apart,
Like the vultures do.
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Growing more each day,
Seeing the error of my way.
I start thinking,
About what to say.
How words play,
such important roles,
Touching souls,
So deep,
They weep.
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As we grow older,
The surface grows colder.
Often giving someone,
The cold shoulder.
Words from the past,
They smolder.
Creating a boulder,
Robbing our opportunity,
blocking life's beauty.
Hiding the truth of love,
From The Eyes Of The Beholder
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