Friday, February 8, 2019

Random poetry - Thursday night edition

The eyes always know,
except when don't.

Life is like that.

It is a paradox,
except when it isn't.

The truth. The real you emerges:

in pain;
in sadness;
in happiness;
in triumph.

The truth is hard to capture.

The truth is hard to see.

The eyes sometimes know,
except when they do.

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