EH ( / Chicago, Ill)

Inside Out

Eye resemble a vase in many ways/
its deep shallow
and sometimes thin.
On the outside its firm and hold but
the inside is like living in a broken home.
I'm' like a vase in many ways..


Eye stand tall with my head held high/
but deep inside sometimes i feel as if eye wanna cry.
I'm like a vase in many ways..

I'm' like a vase in many ways/ cuz i look so different than i feel
bout most of the days...

by Edward Harris

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