my poems Listen With Your Eyes. Can’t you see me for who I am? Not what you make me, that false smile pasted upon my sorry face. There is more to me than meets the eye, I have a soul which burns inside. I know, I know you have a heart, But it’s strangled by the bitter ball of hated which burn for me entwined inside. Each day my life is a slow and painful drag, As I look towards the light, I find only darkness, The foundation upon which my life has built itself. Each word you speak, each and every little joke, pierces my heart, shrivels it up. I need your hand to guide me through this mist, Your words to tell me I am strong, If you just stopped and listened with your eyes, You’d see there’s more to me than meets the eye, I have a soul which burns inside, Can’t you see me for who I am?   Love A simple word. Short at four letters. Yet when spoken aloud, Sounds so meaningful, Complicated, Powerful. It’s funny how, Such a tiny word, Can change your life, Can lift you up, Can break you down. That little word, A power so great, A power unseen. Hard to find, Easy to lose. When you speak, Those four letters, You devote your heart, Give your soul. Make a huge commitment. Love. Such a simple word. Yet so meaningful Complicated Powerful.   Just to let you know I just wrote this to let you know, Exactly how much you mean to me. because friendship isn’t just about fun & laughter, but so similar to love, it means devotion, commitment and trust. In the darkest moments of my life, When shadows loom and silence screams, When the beat of my heart of the ticking of time, When my eyes find only darkness and not a gleam of light, You come along and bring with you hope, A gift so precious and hard to find, You direct me towards the glimmering light, Your words and smile heal all invisible wounds. You’re there for me, No matter what, And to know that, Stops my heart from shrivelling up, Brings a rare true smile to my face, Brings a gleam to my cold blank eyes Maybe I hardly know some of you, But if I am sending you this, It means you’ve been there for me, Listened to me when I’ve needed to talk If a bullet came your way one day, I’d take it for you with no regrets, Knowing that my last moments were spent doing something for a friend, Just as you have done for me. And now as I end this poem, I just want to thank-you. For everything. Its you that keeps me going in this world, Cause life aint been easy for me, But u all gave me the best possible gift, The gift of being your friend.

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