Falsely Seen
I see you in the magazines
smiling at me,
though you never will.
I see you ramp catwalks
walking pass me,
not a single glance for me.
I see you sing with a guitar
singing to me,
in reality, you won't.
I see you in others back
broad shoulders,
staring at me.
I see you in their hands
grasping my hand tightly,
yet never held mine.
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Voices
PoetryNowadays, people normally keep their secrets and voices. Yet there as some, who writes. Everything that comes in their minds stays here. -ARG