My third Eye,
I use it to spy,
On your deepest wishes,
Your dark is secrets.
You don’t want me to look,
I can’t help what I see,
Some people are open,
Some people just want to show.
Some people I can read,
Some just want to hide bad deeds,
Why are you hiding ,
What have you done.
When you open your eyes,
What do you see,
Do you see the sun,
Do you see the moon.
Do you see memories,
Of people gone too soon,
What did you do?
Good little poem
thank you x