He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
Eyes older than his years
He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
Their youthful shine were tears
He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
He’s lost and all alone.
He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
Should I be his friend?
He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
From my world, I pretend
He looks at me through beggar’s eyes
Should I hold back my soul?
He reaches out a hand to me
And we exchange the cold.
Flickers of shadows hate dysfunction.
I forgot who I was
wish my admitted judgment seemed very harsh.
Fear escapes drinks of water for growing times of emptiness.
Great poem and I take it that it was written about a one night stand? Wow good job
Wrote that one in 7th grade. It’s great to hear other views. I was not having a one night stand.