His eyes; they shine,
They sparkle, they glow,
He is as perfect,
As untrodden snow.
But behind them, he hides,
How he truly feels,
For a man can not show,
His inner ordeals.
A man, apparently,
Is never upset,
They are told to 'stop crying',
To 'grow up' and forget.
But a man, I believe,
Should own his emotions,
His sorrows, his sadness,
And deepest devotions.
A man who can talk,
About what is wrong,
In my eyes, is not weak,
But instead he is strong.
YOU ARE READING
The words of the heart
ŞiirThis is not a story, this is a collection of poems about the words that people don't tend to say out loud.
