Eyes Of The Mind

[Techaholic]

You are there in my mind,

I know you're there,

I unravel you with care,

As its too much to bare,

My soul feels naked,

I fear not to wake it,

For in my sleep you may take it,

I have no life to take it,



In the eyes of the beholder,

It makes me feel older,

My soul is bolder,

And yet no heat can smoulder,



I feel a taller order,

Is controlling my disorder,

Make me,

Break me,

For you may never take me,

My soul will surely wake me.

I write all my literature under this pen name.​

J. P. Lore​

 

[Evil Eye]

Wrong its on the fourth line, but all right otherwise