You think I don’t see you,
the you down within,
that I don’t see the spirit
that hides beneath skin
but you say it all
with a smile, a laugh.
I catch glimpses of who you are
in Instagram photographs.
It’s all there in your tears,
I can see where you’ve been.
And there are little clues to who you are
inked into your skin.
The people you choose to love,
the magnitude of your dreams,
all show me the person you truly are
and not just a puppet on some strings.
- Author: JustABird ( Offline)
- Published: April 7th, 2017 13:03
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this a long time ago about a celebrity.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 28
Comments1
Welcome back. Worth the wait. I especially love the opening 4 lines.
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