The Eye

Poetry is an eye
The door to another’s world

Seeing the past + feelings
Without speaking to them a word

The door that hides
So many surprises

The eyes that don’t hold back
From those tear-stained eye-lids

Outside she looks fine
But her poetry never lies

Anger built up
Till their dead without sound

Tears swell up
Their pouring on the ground

The eyes that tell what they heard
But from her hand that wrote every word

Shut the eye
Close the door

Your not worthy
To see anymore

Of the girl that lives
Within my hearts door

J.P.G