I can see the insincerity
Staring right back at me
Through your eyes
Which reveal
The tarnished holes
That holds your soul
Lips that part
Telling only lies
No known concept of compromise
Just my demise
When I look
Into those eyes.
You only wanting
To part my thighs
Unaware of the sorrow
In my eyes
But I’m starting to see right through your guise
So I regroup and realize
There is nothing
Behind those eyes
great poem! Very visual!
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