Radiant beauty under a weak facade
Aloof and even arrogant
Are you hiding well enough my dear?
Because I see through your lonely stare
Who does that make me?
And what am I to you?
I can hear you calling me
I don’t want to believe it either
But why do we always play this way?
Is honesty so outdated?
No one else can hear you cry
As they can’t read between the lines
But I see through the flowing tears
To the deepest scars and greatest fears
Who does that make me?
And what am I to you?
wow, your poetry is so beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
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Thanks, I appreciate the kind words.
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Of course!
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