A-N-D-Y

Who am I?

When you look at me what do you see?


If what you see is a girl, with very sad eyes
That tends to shy away from strangers
You're partly right.


You see my eyes are trying to tell you a story
A story my lips refuse to tell


But instead of looking me in the eyes
you judge me on what your eyes tell you

You don't allow my eyes to explain themselves

 

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  • OUTBACK

    ONSELF* - IS - WHAT ONE SO ( IMAGINES )* - ONESELF to BE* IMAGINATION* = THE KEY* to INFINITE* - REALITIES* ! ALWAYS* - BEYOND* the PALE* - ( MEDIOCRITY )* of ( AUTHORITY )* !

  • dusk arising

    i like this. its so true of many of us, self included.
    very clever, goes into my favourites



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