you see right through them
with your
with our
beating eyes
with eyes of a fly
you see
we see
everything from
murder to art
and
lightning that dances through the sky
while we lay awake with our eyes wide open for all to see
just focus on that one sound
the sound of a little girl skipping in the the night
with fright the boogie man will snatch her tight
3 comments:
I love this poem I can picture looking through the window with my friends, great job.
This a great poem, it can mean a lot of things, especially the line where you can see murder to art.
I really liked how you showed that you can see good things and bad things through windows.
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