I admire you. I really do.
I think you could be yourself, if you wanted to.I don't like myself, but I don't hide behind a mask, I don't deny.
I love your laugh,
And I love your eyes,
But is it real,
Or is it all a lie?I can't tell,
Because when you were falling,
I still found your smile somewhat charming.But now your smile has been hidden for a while.
I love that you don't hate me,
Buy you don't like me,
Do you?I want to spend time with you,
But if it's not real,
If it's all fake,
Am I the one to blame?I want to be with the real you,
The face that you hide.
I want you to be comfortable with yourself, if you don't mind.
YOU ARE READING
The sound of silence
PoesíaSad poetry, nothing more , nothing less (Don't expect anything)