Monday, February 8, 2010

I guess this year isn't so bad after all.

It is decidedly so,
I am content with whatever road down which i go.
The eyes that once tore me apart,
Now leave not a single bruise.

Coming of age,
I cannot feel a single change, but I see them in you.
All those eyes that glared at me,
Cannot even enter my mind.

A few years,
Of toil and fear, shed not a drop of blood from me.
Every eye that ever met mine,
Has been forgiven.

Clichés begin to pile up,
But I can see in all of your faces that I am real.
I may write through a broken lens,
But I believe in it.

Without an even number,
I tend to shut down, I tend to fall into old habits.
All of your eyes are on me,
And I am quite fine.

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