Showing sad poems for tag "sandness"

Through Tearing Eyes

DC Martin

The view here might be faded, 
or at least in my eyes it seems,
perhaps I'm just jaded, 
wide awake while others dream

the view of you; none other than a sight for eyes grown sore,
through tearing eyes discovered, the image of you was so much more.
not quite as I remember, 
shaded with shame and doubt
far out of view from what we once knew, 
seen through eyes, long since put out.
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