a poem i wrote...
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The evil eye
That sees my whole
Is the eye I trust
With my entire soul
The one that speaks
Without word
But shows emotion
As the one unheard
Only paid attention
By those who truly look
So what it says
Is often mistook
The eye that shows happiness
Without a smile
And shows sadness without a frown
But tears that run a mile
The eye that sees
All that's truly there
So much pain
No one could bare
The eye that watches carefully
And takes in every detail
That sees what no other does
When everything seems pale
The eye that's not just a window
But also a mirror
To reflect our kind
And try to show much clearer
The eye that sees through darkness
Without using any light
Watching all the time
Without stumbling in the night
Watching within the abyss
Keeping eyes open when asleep
Reminiscing in past times
Still not afraid of the deep
The eye that feels so deeply
That it will often flood
And doesn't cry water
But tears of blood
The eye that shows me
That watches my breath
That won't give up
Even after my death
The eye that sees the snow
Before it comes to fall
Freezing the world
But refuses to crawl
The eye that knows
All the different ways
So I'll never get lost
In a never ending maze
The eye that never fades
Unlike we must do
It sees us in its mind
Even when the world starts anew
The eye that's the truth
That will never lie
But will never tell us how to live
Or how we'll die
The eye that's seen a heart
Turn to cold stone
The eye that knows
All that's unknown
To so many
This eye is nonexistent
Because they don't see it
Alone and distant
But there's always one eye
Who's seen more than it should know
The outcast of a heart
That's never had a home
We fear this eye
And dread the pain it can bring
The pounding of its heart
Is the only song it will sing
A melody so cold
Blowing away in the breeze
Because we don't bother to look
As the heart is beginning to freeze
The eye is not blind
But we are blind to the eye
As we refuse to see what it does
And to ourselves we lie
The eye of the most beautiful colors
The most beautiful pattern
It seems pale to us
But it glows like a lantern
The eye watches silently
Watches us all
Sees when we live or die
Sees when we stand or fall
But the evil eye
That sees my whole
Is the eye I trust
With my entire soul
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