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He lives his life…
Like Walter Mitty…
Each dark night…
A different city…
Finding courage…
Round every corner…
To be extraordinary…
Not a life mourner…
Each new adventure…
Carefullly designed…
With colours so vivid…
They fucking blind…
And a beautiful girl…
Upon his arm…
Keeping her safe…
Away from harm…
Then leaving her…
As he moves on…
To another heartbeat…
And a different song…
But it’s not real…
It’s all in his head…
On the darker days…
He never leaves his bed…
The depression takes hold…
Grips him deep inside…
And for each black moment…
His Eye Will Not Cry…
Refusing to release…
Sealed up so tight…
As he fights his demons…
Every single night…
But no one sees…
And no one cares…
So he keeps it hidden…
As he could never share…
Because they won’t get it…
Or begin to understand…
How his life changed…
The day he lost her hand…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
I. Love. This. ❤
I love that you love this Carisa – much appreciated! Cheers J
Love al your work ❤
Really kind of you to say so – thank you! Cheers J
i have nominated you for an award. head over to http://www.eyecandyofficial.wordpress.com under awards
Really kind Eye – how about being a guest poet so I can feature your blog? Email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk with some words! Cheers J
Wow, thank you. Will sure do this Monday.
With love, Eye candy
Blah blah blah, just kidding, felt it just maybe trying to hard to rhyme….kinda pooped out after the second verse then came back after the f-bomb
how about –
And a beautiful girl
Stealing his time
Ok that doesn’t work, sorry
Do I reply to comment 1,2 or 3 🙂 – Sorry this one didn’t work for you – plenty more to discover in my pages – or feel free to write your version and submit as a guest poet – would love to hear from you Acatkiss! Cheers J
I was being a little funny, sorry. Many of your pieces are very good.
I am not sure how to do the guest poet thing but….I gave it a go….I put the hyperlink in- Eye Will Not Cry-when I used a Word to edit but it didn’t follow when copied/pasted here… I won’t be offended if you hate it 🙂
He lives his life…
Like Walter Mitty…
Each dark night…
A different city…
Peering around…
Every corner…
Being extraordinary…
Not a life mourner…
Each adventure…
Carefully designed…
With colours so vivid…
They fucking blind…
A beautiful girl…
Upon his arm…
Keeping her safe…
Away from harm…
Then leaving her…
And moving on…
Another heartbeat…
A different song…
But it’s not real…
It’s all in his head…
On the darker days…
Never leaves his bed…
Woe takes hold…
Grips deep inside…
And for each black moment…
Eye Will Not Cry…
Refusing to release…
What’s sealed up so tight…
He fights his demons…
Every single night…
No one sees…
And no one cares…
So he keeps it hidden…
How could he ever share…
Because they won’t get it…
Or begin to understand…
How his life changed…
The day he lost her hand…
Good work! Thanks for taking the time to do that – reads really well – Cheers J
Precarious thing, criticism of a writer. Glad you found my suggestion worth while, and a suggestion it merely is. Cheers
All good – Cheers J
I love your raw, lay it all on the line, honesty. It comes from deeply felt emotion. You’d be surprised what some might understand. I dig it…
Thanks for connecting Penelope – really appreciate your kind words and thoughts – Cheers J
Personally I liked the pauses it brings to life the hesitation that ‘he’ has to move on — intriguing read 🙂
Thanks for your supportive words Ginni, thanks for reading! – Cheers J