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Giving
September 24, 2015
With my eyes tired and wet
I weep my life out without a fret
And knowing the blood was here and gone,
So I give you
My heart,
My soul, And my frown to look apon
In victories eyes
There has yet to be a season
When you lie
And put death as its reason
When you scare us away
And keep us all bleeding
How much a day
Do you have to keep feeding?
Grazing our pain
Atracting us with your beautiful main
Make us all tame,
Make us all the same
Though you rest in peace,
You cant stop me from seeing.
© Hailey J., Lake Oswego, OR
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I've noticed that in most of my poetry (like this poem) I tend to lose the main point of things. Oh well.