She saw through
my pseudo smiles
and
empty eyes and
gave me
iris’ of blossom
and perpetuity
if she had kaleidoscope lenses
she’d still see
me
clearly,
she’ll always
be my median of
perceptive mires
or
thoughtless meadows,
if a diamond in the rough
sleeps on spikemoss,
is it
still worth something?
MJB
Aug 1, 2016
Aug 1, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
She saw through
my pseudo smiles
and
empty eyes and
gave me
iris’ of blossom
and perpetuity
if she had kaleidoscope lenses
she’d still see
me
clearly,
she’ll always
be my median of
perceptive mires
or
thoughtless meadows,
if a diamond in the rough
sleeps on spikemoss,
is it
still worth something?
MJB
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