She says the world has faces.
Blue face.
Red face.
Green.
She says they have emotions.
Mad face.
Sad face.
Glee.
She says the faces tell her things.
Are you ok?
Need some space?
She says they all make sense.
Do they?
Will they?
Are you ok?
The girls sees lips and eyes and hair.
She sees what I see
you see
we all see,
But she does not read in between the lines.
Flash dimples?
Could mean anger.
Tears?
Could mean confusion.
Happiness?
Could mean regret.
In her mind,
emotions are a jumbled mess.
No start no end.
Faces are just blurs
smudged up by the ways of her brain.
And while she struggles to find
the things unseen
she blurs the lines
every single time.
-s.l
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I was thinking about Asbergers when I wrote this...
Tell me any thoughts??❤️😘
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