Poet 11586

My eyes

I don't cry my eyes do
I don't fly my thoughts do
I sit around in this poisoned fair
Anapple was its cheapest fare
I'll cry away my gloom
I'll fly away from my tomb
I carved my name on this land
Waste of time to stand
I'm far away in my stare
I'm far ahead and aware
I now recall my tears shed
As I saw my blood bled
It ain't far from above
It ain't even the God's love
In your heart if you find no greed
N' full of courage to share your need