I can pour my heart out to you
But there's no need to.
You can see it there
Written, in calligraphy, on my forehead.
I fail to understand how you understand me like this.
All my thoughts
Reference to actions
There on my face
For the world to see.
Like a billboard
It shall remain
Until it is comdemned by the authorities.
Condemn my thoughts
Until they no longer show
Like a billboard.
