Graphite Tears
From the front, I see the room,
every desk and bag and tack.
From the front, I see the kid.
I see the kid in back.
I see the way his hair falls down,
to hide his face and eyes.
I see the way his hair falls down.
This view I do despise.
From the front, I watch him as,
he sheds his graphite tears.
From the front, I watch him as,
his work of art appears.
From the front, I watch him change,
now that he's found his heart.
From the front, I watch him change,
now that he's found his part.
From the front, I see myself.
I see my graphite tears.
From the front, I see myself,
within those graphite tears.
Forever and For always
Frankie Boehm
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3 comments:
Awesome!
Wow! That was so deep! I really loved it. You know, I can defiently say from my view I understand. You are such a great writer! Im envious!!!!
hey there awsome poem "Graphite Tears" i totally get your poit in the reson for making this blog as well but honestly you are a great writer so never stop ttyl.
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