Today, my eyes are red


by misreading words

by misinterpretation

my heart walks

a melancholy way

love can still be

a mystery-it seems

causing pins and needles

an aching pain

causing tears to quietly



it makes one feel


that one cares for

someone else

today, my eyes are red


By  Paolo Michell





About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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