The eyes are a passage to to the soul.
My soul is broken yet I hide my brokenness with fake smiles.
Will any one ever see behind the act?
Will I finally get to stop saying I fine when I'm not?
Will they look into my eyes.Will they say you're not okay and hug me so hard my piece will fit back together?
Please let it be true I don't know if I can hang on much longer.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry of the soul
PoetryA soul is precious.it speaks a thousand words. Thanks to brooklynthedwarf &sophaloaf_13 for encouraging me to post my poetry and telling me that it is actually worth while.
