When I was young I truly thought we could be one But to my distraught When I looked into your eyes I saw him and not me Why could you not see The love in my eyes back then Why can you see The fire now bursting in your den But honestly It's nice to be seen Your eyes My eyes They meet in the light Your wide eyes Narrowed mine At least mine's not full of fright Your shame My hate Seems to part Your daughter My death Slashed my heart forever
(Send me a 4 stanza WC poem today! I can put it into a project!)
